Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2018 11:09:15 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Best Friends Chapter 6

				PART VI
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Chapter 46
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Father Angel told us how the girls had bet for us in the semi-final and
that they knew we had done the same for them; that led to a distended
playing final between friends, rather than enemies. The teams and the Jury
were lodged in a small hotel in the outskirts of Madrid close to the TV
Studios. It had a large ballroom mostly used for business conferences and
diner-dances.  For the parents, they stayed in another hotel not far. We
arrived in the morning on Friday; however, the rest of the guests,
including our families, arrived on the same Saturday in the morning and
early afternoon. We went to our rooms excited and a little bit nervous
since in reception we coincided with some of the girls. I showered quickly
and said to Frankie.

	"I'll wait for you downstairs, I want to explore..."

	"Sure you want to explore some freckles." We grinned and I left the
room. Suddenly when I was passing near a pantry, the red-haired freckled
girl came out from a room, closing the door behind. She looked at me and I
looked at her, our hearts paralysed, she blushed as I mumbled:

       "I'm John; I guess you are Maggie."

	"Yes. Glad to meet you, John; and thanks for encouraging us." She
extended her hand, I took it, but I kissed her on the cheeks. She blushed
again, but she did not retrieve her hand.  She looked as paralysed. I broke
the ice:

	"You have nothing to thank about; you are all great girls, and we
are very happy having you in front of us." She sighed as I added. "I wonder
why you hide those beautiful eyes and freckles behind those glasses." She
was burning hot, no one had said such words to her before; she could not
escape from those lovely eyes of that handsome boy. Shivers came thru her
spine and her legs trembled. In seconds went thru her agile mind the times
her elder brother, who was now 20, had taken her on his lap, even until a
few months ago and told her, "You will be a great and beautiful woman,
Maggie. Don't care about what some stupid boys and our brother tell
you. You will be like mom. Probably, somewhere, sometime, a handsome boy
will confirm what I have told you many times." She had answered: "That's
because you adore me; I'm an ugly short-sighted freckled girl." He had
answered, "Don't torment yourself, you are wrong, dear sister."

While she was having those thoughts, I opened the pantry and dragged her
inside, blocking the door with my body. I took off her glasses, a beautiful
face was in front of me with intense blue eyes, and large red lashes. She
then answered in a whisper as fearing some beautiful things could break the
enchantment.

       "I, I, I'm short-sighted and I must wear them."

	"And what's about the most beautiful lips I have ever seen?" She
instinctively raised her left hand to her lips as protecting them. I took
her into my arms. She felt so comfortable, so good, my head swam! I leaned
down and kissed her on those soft, warm lips. She slowly opened his mouth
and let my tongue in. I explored his sweet mouth, his lips, teeth, and
finally his tongue until I thought I would pass out from lack of air. When
we broke the kiss, she looked horny, excited, and terrified at what we had
just done. I decided not to press her. I took the glasses and placed them
over her little nose. "Sorry, I could not help I wanted to watch what is
behind those beautiful eyes. I have been thinking about them since I saw
you on TV on the semi-final." She then came to life, opened the door and
left me there with the sweetest taste I had ever felt in my short life,
only compared with those far moments with Helen. Then I heard my own voice:
"Great, she is great!!!" I went into the dining room and found near
everybody there, except Maggie, Willy and Pedro. Frankie asked me:

	"Where have you been? At that moment, Maggie entered wearing
different glasses and sat down; they had a light gold frame that did not
hide her pretty eyes. I answered him clearly in order she could hear me.

	"I have just seen a beautiful red rose in the garden and I have
spent a few minutes contemplating it. You know I worship roses, don't you?"
He stared at me and pressed my hand under the table. She sat in front of me
and heard my words; she blushed and grinned. After lunch, we walked around
the hotel. We looked for Maggie and her roommate, and when we found them,
started chatting amicably. She was somewhat easy to talk to, and even she
told some amused blank jokes that we laughed; the other boys split very
much the same, even the priest and the nun seemed in acquaintance. Soon we
split into two couples and sat on different benches in the Hotel's large
garden, however, under the nun's watch. In a moment, we got serious; I
carefully touched the tip of her hand while I looked into her eyes:

	"Maggie, probably you may think I'm a bold boy and that I'm taking
the opportunity; but believe me, your eyes and those beautiful freckles of
you attracted me as sugar to flies. I could not help... but your lips are
so, so lovely." She bent her head a little to hide her redness as she
remembered our kissing. "But this boy is so irresistible." She thought. She
was not a shy or a stupid girl; she had grown free of taboos at home and
she thought she was brave; and said.

	"Is that all you like from me?" That surprised me, I did not expect
such a question from a bright girl educated by nuns. However, I liked her
braveness. I stared at her, took her glasses off as I said:

	"You don't need them by now. I like all of you as you are." Fixing
my eyes on hers, I continued: "I'll eat you as a whole if I knew I would
never hurt you."

       "It seems you have some experience with girls."

       "I would lie if I said otherwise, but that doesn't mean anything."

	"Thanks for your frankness, but I don't want you getting the idea
that I'm an easy girl.  However, I must say I am not a stupid or church
girl, as you might think. I'm not a paying student, but am working hard to
keep my scholarship alive and not depend on my family's scarce resources,
and believe me, it is not easy..." That brought me a rash of happiness. I
looked if the priest or the nun were in sight. I took her hands in mine:

	"Maggie, I never thought you were stupid or silly, nevertheless,
that makes me even happier than I was. Do you know that half of our team's
members are studying with scholarships? The other three are what we could
call rich, but they are the greatest souls I could have as friends. I would
never change their friendship for anybody, either scholar or paying
students." Those beautiful lips smiled and asked:

       "Who are the scholars?"

	"Willy the blond Viking, as we call him; Frankie and I. Frankie and
I come from the same town." She did not retrieve her hands from mine.

	"I knew you were a scholarship boy. No one told me, but I
guessed. None of the rich boys could behave with such self-confidence as
you or Frankie does. That makes things easier for us.

	"Maggie, don't you know that you're a beautiful and bright girl?"
She smiled, put on her glasses and looking directly into my eyes said:

	"You are not too bad, too." She smiled and got up. Let's go, I
don't want the stupid nun to reach erroneous conclusions.

       "Do you think they are erroneous conclusions, as you call?" She
smiled and squeezed my hand.

	"No; but I don't want her to know them." She laughed and we went to
the hotel. It was a good evening, but dinnertime was approaching and we
needed to get a shower before that. I went to my room and Frankie was not
there; I undressed and went under the shower's head; my dick started
growing and I could not take from my mind the lovely girl and her words.

We had a distended dinner, joking and telling jokes. Willy had such ability
and made us laugh. I watched Maggie in front of me eating and I thought she
had the same thoughts; my dick was straining within my underwear, it
ached. I watched her getting up from her seat and I motioned Frankie to
stand. We made as if we were engulfed in some important conversation; in
such a way, it was.

       "I have a date, so I'll go upstairs." He looked at me not surprised;
he jabbed me and grinned.

	"Take your time." I grinned and went upstairs. She had to pass in
front of our room, so I left a cleft and watched. A couple of minutes later
I heard her steps on the passageway. I opened the door and faced her, she
blushed but took my extended hand and we entered the pantry. I thought to
get her into my room but it would have been too serious and dangerous since
anyone could come. I dragged her inside, looked into her eyes taking her
glasses away.  This time I kissed her passionately and she abandoned
herself to me. My dick pressed against her bottom. With my left arm, I
assured her waist and pushed her to me. Soon we were French kissing; our
tongues swirling in our mouths as I started grinding my crotch against her.

She trembled when I placed my right hand on her beautiful small left breast
squeezing it softly.  She instinctively led my cock to her dressed
pussy. We lost control of our young bodies and now we were hot animals
wanting a sex release. We were hard breathing and low moaning; suddenly I
noticed her body got rigid, she pushed her body against mine, we broke our
permanent kiss to gasp for air and hugged very tight as a tremendous orgasm
hit our bodies. I thought I was going to fell on the floor; she nearly
fainted, closed her eyes, her knees buckled and I had to hold her. We were
breathing hard with her head on my shoulder. We remained quiet and in
silence for a few minutes until our breathing recovered. Then, slowly and
tenderly, told her soothing words as my dick started getting flaccid. We
separated; I thought she might cry or something else; but I was wrong, she
separated a little bit from me; grinned, and said:

       "Are we going to remain embraced the whole night?" I grinned back.

	"That would be the loveliest time of my life." I kissed her
tenderly, and surprisingly I heard my still pitchy voice. "I love you,
Maggie." It came deep from me; after that, I could not explain myself. She
looked deeply into my eyes and kissed me a peck caressing my tuft hair.

	"I think I love you too, John; otherwise, how could we explain what
we have done? In any case, it has been beautiful; I had never experienced
that and it has been marvellous."

       "We can repeat it if you want it." She looked at me, separated, and
put her glasses on.

	"Not for tonight." I kissed her; she opened the door and went to
her room and me to mine, again with that sweet sensation in my mouth. As I
entered our room, I watched Frankie was undressing; he stared at me
smirking:

	"Did you see the Holy Spirit" I jumped on top of him and I started
making ticklish to all his lovely body.

	"I'm sure you need a good release, however, I prefer it with the
door locked." While he closed the door, I undressed and in seconds, we
engulfed in a mutual sucking in a 69 position.  Soon the fantastic feeling
arrived, our bodies tensed as a spasm got us from toe to hair.

       "Do you know I was ready to jerk off thinking about what you were
doing?"

	"I adore you, Frankie; I could not love you more." He hugged me
because he knew that expression came from deep in my heart. We cuddled into
each other arms. "Frankie, she is a very hot girl. I like her."

       "Do you like her?" I kissed him on his eyes.

	"I don't know whether it is love or not, it is too soon; however,
it is different than with you. I know that I would give my life for you,
Frankie if I could save you." He looked at me tenderly and we hugged.

	"You don't need to tell me that, because I would do the same for
you." I turned over and I cuddled in his arms. He hugged me, pecked my neck
and I did his arms that were on my chest. A few minutes later, we were
asleep.

The following day came as bright as usual in May in Madrid's area. We went
to receive our parents and the other boys' families. You can imagine how
happy we felt. Immediately my parents acquainted with Willy's and
Maggie's. Frankie's with James and Martin's parents. We were sad because
Pedro's family did not show up; however, an hour later, his mom, his sister
and his father arrived. We all introduced one another and soon all were in
a group. After all, Pedro had talked to his father and I could see how they
hugged. His mom was something special. She felt very proud of her son;
however, she was English and did not express as open her feelings as we
did. She said:

	"If you go to England, Grandpa is willing to see all of you. I have
sent the newspaper to him and he wanted to come, but I stopped him. He is
too old." Pedro looked carefully at his mother.

	"Alright then, mom; you can be sure that if I go I'll see him;
nevertheless, tell him that I still think that the British Empire was built
by pirates." His mom laughed.

       "You should not forget that you are half English, dear."

       "Well, but..." He hugged tenderly his mother. "In spite of all, I
love you mom, and you know that; don't you?" They hugged again and peace
was re-established.

We had lunch altogether; dad did not stop talking about agriculture new
techniques with Willy's new dad: they become good friends. Before the
contest started, they pay a visit to some monuments in Madrid. We arrived
at the TV Studio an hour in advance for some rehearsal. At 20:00 the
program started, this Studio was bigger than the other one we used before;
it was full of the public with all our families, plus hundreds of boys and
girls from Madrid's schools and their teachers. The speaker introduced the
mechanism, and after some publicity, the contest become. I looked at
Maggie, and she grinned at me back, as telling, "This is only a play. Let's
enjoy it." The speaker then said:

	"I think, just for politeness, we should start asking the girls." I
raised my hand. He looked at me with surprise.

       "Yes?" He stared at me. Then I blushed because I stood and the
camera focused on me; fortunately TV was in black and white and no one out
of the Study could appreciate my redness. Then I said:

	"We believe that girls have the same rights than boys; furthermore,
they should not be discriminated..." The man was astonished and the same
the Jury but amused. I continued: "They are as intelligent or even more
than boys are; the proof is that they are in this final; therefore they
should be treated equally than boys without any advantage. I would suggest
that a coin on the air decides." Much to all males, the girls looked at one
another and Maggie started applauding me; that contaminated the rest of the
girls, all girls in the Studio and in the rest of Spain, as they understood
what that meant. Somewhere in the North of Spain, in a school for orphan
girls, a beautiful young girl was in a corner of the salon watching the
contest, almost in a murmur she said: "Well done, Jacky. Well done. I love
you!" Tears were dribbling down her smooth cheeks. Her new friend, sat next
to her, asked, "Do you know him?" She sighed: "No. I don't." The camera
focused on me again, and then to the speaker, he then said:

	"It seems we have here six future defenders of women rights." He
extracted a coin and launched into the air and into his palm; asking to
choose. The girls won, but that had been set up. The questions started, ten
for each team alternatively. The girls and we answered them correctly. He
made another tenth with the same result. "Strong applauses came from the
public for both teams. Then the speaker said:

	"No doubt we have in this final the best two teams of the contest,
however, we have a limited time, therefore, I have here six new questions;
if a team fails, the other will have the option to answer; it is like a
tiebreak in tennis. If both teams answered correctly all of them, the
contest would be finished; then we would use the coin to decide the
winner."

He extracted two questions and both teams answered them correctly. The
expectation was great in the country, and in the public in the studio. The
speaker then opened the third envelope for the girls to answer and said:

	"In 1519, the King Charles the First, prepared five ships under
Magellan's command.  We all know the result, only the ship "Victoria"
returned successfully three years later, commanded by JS Elcano. We know in
detail this voyage. The question is, "How do we know so many details about
this trip? Which base the Historians used?" The girls consulted one another
and finally Maggie answered:

	"Base on the records on the logbook and the crew declarations, once
they were released from the Portuguese Government that jailed them." The
public was in silence. Then the speaker said:

       "That is partially correct; do you have anything to add?" The girls
looked at each other frustrated.

       "No," Maggie answered. We smiled because James had the answer
prepared.

       "Boys, it is your turn." James approached the microphone to him and
the camera focussed on him:

	"Exactly. The logbook of the ship "Victoria" was basic to determine
geographical and technical situations, so demonstrating the roundness of
the Earth. However, we know the details of all events due to the writings
carried out during the trip by the Italian Antonio Francisco Pigafetta, on
board the ship Victoria.

	"That's correct!!!" The speaker shouted. Well, you can imagine the
noise, hugs, cheers, and applause. When everything calmed down the sponsors
came with their presents, etc. The program closed down until the next year,
yet we continued for a long time there. The girls hugged us without any
prejudice; of course, out of cameras. When Maggie hugged me, she said at my
ears:

       "Tonight we must celebrate this, my pretty boy." I blushed.

       "I'll be ready at any time." She grinned and continued with the rest
of us.

That night we had a great feast in the hotel's ballroom; parents, teachers,
jury members, a few selected boys and girls; amongst them, the Mayor's
children, and of course, the 12 of us. It started with an early dinner
sponsored by the Town Hall, and followed with a dance; that for adults
ended very late at night. They allowed us to remain until midnight. Frankie
and I warned our parents about us; we would see them in the morning, before
their departure. 11:00 pm, I winked Maggie and we went toward the lift. I
got into my room. I was excited because I did not know what we would do;
but at least a kissing session would take place, I thought. I heard her
footsteps, I opened the door and looking into the empty passageway, I
dragged her in from her hand. I could not wait. I put my right arm around
her waist and kissed her on the lips passionately, while with my butt I
shut the door; after a while, I locked it.

       "Congratulations my beautiful girl!!!" She looked amused to me while
we stepped to the bed.

       "Why? You have been the winners."

       "We all don't consider that. Everybody has recognized that it was
just good luck."

	"In this instance, luck without knowledge... don't forget
that. However, who cares?  That's over." I looked into those beautiful
eyes; I took off her glasses and placed them on the nightstand. I pecked
both of them; then her little nose; her chin; and finally our mouths melted
in a passionate long kiss. She gasped in delight. I put my hand on one of
her breasts and I noticed how his body trembled. I slid my hand under her
sweater and I started unbuttoning her blouse; this without breaking our
kiss. However, we soon knew our clothes were disturbing us since we were
sweating. I dragged her sweater and blouse and pulled them over her head,
tossing them on a chair. I quickly did with my entire waist up clothes, so
we were naked from there up, except for her little bra. I took off my shoes
and dropped her on the bed. I broke our kiss and I began licking and
flicking her earlobes. She groaned excitedly as I descended doing the same
under her armpits. I noticed she was almost out of control, totally
enveloped in her lust; she was in my hands! I slid my hand on her back and
unbuckled her little bra. Those beautiful and undeveloped breasts came into
view, as white as snow. For a while, that beauty mesmerized me; I could not
help but exclaim:

	"What a beautiful view, my little Venus!" She grinned satisfied,
and cupping my face, she kissed me passionately, and then left me to
continue; but I was hard as a rock and I thought it was time to show all
cards of the game. Tenderly I put my mouth on one of those lovely sprouts
while I dragged my trousers and short underwear down to my ankles, finally
stepping out of them, so I was fully naked, except for my socks. I lay on
the bed near her sucking her breasts. She was gasping and moaning in
pleasure, her hands rubbing my hair and pushing it down to her face. Our
orgasms were just coming up. I untied her Scottish skirt and dragged out of
her; socks also went away. "What a beautiful view, my God!" I exclaimed
again. I continued licking her tummy, and when my tongue started exploring
her belly button, I noticed how she arched her hips, uncontrolled trying to
get my dick that now was between her legs. She stopped breathing as I took
into my mouth one of her breasts. We moaned loudly as that unavoidable
climax hit our young bodies. I collapsed on top of her breathing hard and I
felt her arm around my neck kissing my face. When we recovered, I did her
very tenderly.

       "It has been marvellous, John. I will never forget you. I'm sure of
that."

	"Me too, Maggie. It is impossible to forget such a beauty. You have
so lovely eyes, freckles and breasts! Oh my God! I never thought there was
so much beauty under your clothes." She was to respond to me, but my lips
sealed her mouth gently. My dick was again hard, so, again the passion
overtook our young bodies and I continued licking her navel. I wanted her
to enjoy and never forget that night. I scooted down and I straddled her;
my dick was spitting precum rubbing her knees. I was getting close again to
a new orgasm, so I stopped for a while and started caressing her
thighs. She was moaning and tilting her head on the pillow.  Then I
introduced my fingers under her panty's elastic band and dragged them to
her knees. I found a beautiful cunt covered with a few more pubes than I
had. Obviously, she had already matured. In the lust and unconsciousness,
she realised that this moment was important in her life; she barely could
say:

	"Pl...ease, don't... pl...ease, don't..." I could not understand
what she meant, probably thought I was ready to penetrate her. However, I
slid my hands under her hips and raised her pussy to my mouth. I savoured
her juices that tasted more or less as my precum. I introduced my tongue
deep into her vagina until my tongue could not go further. I licked there;
she was mad and entirely out of control, groaning like a wounded animal,
especially when I sucked her clit. She pushed my head down; she was very
close to her new orgasm and I wanted it at the same time as her. I scooted
down and dragged her panties replacing them in its original place. I moved
up and our mouths met again: With my left hand I guided my dick to her
vagina and pushed up and down, though it was impossible to penetrate her
since her panties fabric separated it. We fucked like that during probably
one minute. I felt a spasm running taking my body; quivering, whimpering
and sweating at the same time. I pushed down as she pushed up.  A muffled
grunt came from our throats as we fell into a deep abyss of pleasure; I
near passed out. I had never experienced such a strong feeling up to that
moment. That probably was due to the closeness of my puberty. We were
breathing hard, my mouth near her ear; soon we recovered our normal breaths
and I started caressing her face.

       "How do you feel, my beautiful girl?" She looked at me and chuckled
while she rubbed tenderly my face and my tuft with the back of her hand.

	"I feel wonderful, however, a few moments ago, I felt even
better. I thought I would faint." I smiled; she continued. "I lost my
control when you dragged my panties out; I thought you were to..."

       "To fuck you!" I pointed out.

       "Yes. Sorry, it is an unused word in my vocabulary. I know it is
commonly used among boys."

	"It is alright. No. I like you too much to have done that. I have
been told that the first time it might seriously hurt; even sometimes, the
girl would bleed, therefore it must be done in a nice and quiet surrounding
where you are not hurry and expecting someone to call on the door." She
looked into my eyes and kissed me gently.

	"By the way, I have not seen your..."

	"My dick, cock, penis, weenie; whatever you want to call it." I
dragged her glasses and I put on her blue eyes. I raised myself and changed
my position. Now we were facing each other very closely; I sat Indian style
in front of her.

       "Can I..." I kissed her tenderly on the lips.

	"Of course, it is all yours." She took in her hands my near erected
dick and immediately it started coming to life, jerking with each
heartbeat.

	"It is beautiful; I have not seen one since I was nine." She
grabbed my dick and slid the foreskin down and up. I moaned in pleasure and
she grinned slyly. "Does it feel good?"

       "Oh yes, very good indeed!"

	"That day I spied my elder brother; he was moving up and down fast
until he spurted his seeds. He moaned as we have done; however, when
finished, he did not look as happy as you did. Why John?"

	"Well... it is a difficult question to answer. Though I can tell
you that there is a great difference between masturbation; that is what
your brother did, and what we have done."

	"But he spurted a lot of semen; nevertheless, I have not seen
yours." I feared that embarrassing question. I blushed. She noticed it and
pecked me on the lips tenderly. "Did I say anything inconvenient?" She
asked.

	"Oh no; my lovely girl! The problem is that, in spite of looking
tall and strong, I am still as dry as a desert. All my friends of my age,
except Frankie, have already matured, and I'll be 13 y/o on November." She
stroked again my cock a few times.

	"Don't worry; it works very well with or without seed." She smiled
beautifully; took her glasses off and before I could realise, she bent
herself over and took my dick into her mouth. I squirmed in delight and
pleasure with a loud moan. I spread my legs and lay back on my
elbows. Stammering, I said:

       "Maggie, please, don't, don't..." She raised her lovely head and
little puzzled asking me:

       "Don't, why John? Are you afraid I..." I interrupted her; I did not
want she misunderstood me.

	"No, I, I mean... You don't need to do it to me; I did it to you
because I like you a lot and wanted you to enjoy it." She smiled.

	"John, I like you a lot, too. I am not paying you back. I will do
it because you had taught me to be a free girl, and I believe it is
correct; yet, respecting everybody's freedom. Unless you don't like it..."
She smiled wickedly as she resumed her sucking. I smiled and with a gasp, I
said:

	"I, I do agree with you, only, please, mind your teeth." I was very
hot watching how she shoved my rod into her warm and wet mouth. However, I
could not remain acting passively. "I want you to enjoy with me."

She stopped sucking and I went into a 69 position with her. I put my arms
on her buttocks, dragged her panties to her heels and she discarded them,
so now she was completely naked as I was. I started licking her pussy once
more. She whimpered, moaned, and started sucking me eagerly as I sucked her
clit and licked her thighs. Since we had had recently a strong orgasm, it
took a little bit longer to reach our climaxes. Several times, as we were
getting hotter, we exchange positions; sometimes she was on top of me, and
some I was myself. I raised my hips as a powerful orgasm started building
up in my loins and it increased like a summer storm, reaching my dick pee
hole with an explosion like the great final fireworks we watched the night
of the semi-final. Lights and stars of all possible colours came into my
mind as I grunted with the greatest release I ever had of my dick. My arms
fell on the pillow, her legs on my head and her pussy under my chin. She
had received the same discharge but probably no so strong as mine.  She was
laying her head on my crotch still with my jerking cock between her
lips. We remained for a few moments quietly, in silence, without moving,
trying to get back our breathing. We had not yet fully recovered, as I
heard her saying:

	"I have a little present for you, John." I turned around so our
heads were together; she spat on her hand and showed me some saliva and a
whitish clear spunk. She added, "It doesn't taste too bad." I was
paralysed; I could not speak. As if that was a sacred item, I took her hand
with care and I licked it until it was bright. I savoured it.

	"My first semen!!! I'm a man, Maggie, I'm a man!!!" And you did
it!!!" I dragged her to me and I kissed tenderly a long and gentle kiss. We
broke it. "I love you, Maggie. I love you. I'll never forget this night and
let alone this moment." I kissed her again. We lay on the bed and without
feeling it; we got into a deep asleep; she was cuddled into my arms.

Chapter 47
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Fortunately, the window was open, and in Madrid, even some days in summer,
the nights are chilly; four hours later the cold air woke me up. I tucked
again against her warm body but I could not sleep. I had a look at my watch
and "Oh my God, it is 4:00 am! Had the nun checked her room we would find
ourselves in troubles." I thought. Tenderly I called her:

	"Maggie, darling, come on, please wake up." She turned over,
sighed, and continued sleeping. I pushed her again. "Please, Maggie. Wake
up." She turned and shrugged her lovely yes. She hanged her arms around my
neck and kissed me.

	"Oh, I got asleep for a few minutes. However, we can remain
together for another few." I smiled at her tenderly.

	"My beautiful girl, it is 4:00 am; we have slept for more than four
hours." She jumped from the bed naked and took her glasses on. I
chuckled. She was so pretty!

	"Oh God, if the nun has checked..."

	"Don't worry. Frankie is a master of faking things." She looked at
me more relaxed. "Put on my pyjamas just in case someone could see
you. Nobody expects to see you dressed at this time of the night." She
nodded and wore on my garments. She turned to me and kissed me on the lips.

	"I love you." She left. Fortunately, she had an extra key; opened
the door and found Frankie and her friend curled and hard asleep. She
smiled amusedly as how they had risked their position in the school. He
shook Frankie. "Come on, Frankie! Get up." Frankie quickly got up. "It is
over 4:00 am." She gave him my pyjama's trousers, and a little bit
embarrassed he wore them. He took his clothes and rushed to the door; he
did not notice Maggie was offering him my upper part. He entered the room
smiling, locked the door, took off my trousers, and happily jumped into my
bed. He immediately locked my mouth with a hard and tender kiss. We broke
it and in unison, we said:

	"I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!" We laughed because we each other
knew the news.

	"How was it with you, Frankie?"

	"Well, she didn't want my dick to touch her cunt, we made 69, and
then she discovered it. How was about you?"


	"More or less the same, however, I felt I had to respect her. I had
the opportunity to entirely fuck her, she was on my hands, but something
deep in me told me no to do it. So I did but with her panties on." Frankie
looked at me and we hugged tenderly.

	"John, didn't you feel as if you were losing something?"

	"Yes. I did. It was great and I exclaimed my happiness;
nevertheless, I felt as if a part of me had gone forever." We got a little
bit sad for a moment.

	"Yes, we have lost our childhood. However, cheer up! We are little
men and lovers. We still have many years ahead to enjoy. By the way, I
would like to see your semen and mine again."

	"Okay. Jerk off?"

	"Yes. Jerk off." We sat in front each other very close, our legs
open, and our dick near touching. He cupped my balls with his left hand;
with his right wrapped my hard slippery dick as I did the same to him. Our
mouths locked and our tongues swirling inside as we started slowly stroking
each other. Soon that beautiful feeling arrived stopped kissing and I felt
the warmth of his semen running on my fist to his crotch as I spurted my
clear seed on his. We recovered quickly as we watched our mutual messes. We
took each other hand to our mouths and sucked them until our hands were
clean and bright. He then slid behind me, as I dragged the cover over us;
he wrapped his arms around my chest and we drifted to sleep.

I still was awake for near half an hour without moving. My thoughts took me
to Maggie that was sleeping peacefully only a few rooms far from
mine. "Yes, it wouldn't be the same". I knew that night something important
had changed in me.


The Sequel of Best Friends

We returned home and received at the Airport as heroes; thousands of boys,
girls, and adults received us with cheers along the road from the Airport
to the city. The Mayor received us at the Town Hall and gave us some medals
and presents. After some speeches from the Mayor and the Director of our
school, finally, we went home. All our colleagues of all ages took us on
the air up to the dorms, shouting: Champions!!! Champions!!! Yes, in those
moments I felt great and happy. I knew the publicity that our prize gave to
the town and mostly for the prestige of our school. Yes, it was great and
wonderful!!!

The following weekend we stayed at the farm; those were the best moments
for us. The priest, the Mayor and near all inhabitants of the village
received us. I could not stop hugging and kissing friends; especially was
the moment when we met Lucy, Helen's friend; she kissed us on the lips. It
was a peck, but I felt a hitch in my stomach. We had no rest with so many
people and friends coming to congratulate us.

The next week we initiated our trip thru Europe and Africa; it was a
wonderful time, especially in Egypt where our Mexican friend translated for
us many of the inscriptions on the old temples.  However, the best part was
when we landed in Paris. Françoise, Margarita, Jim, and little Charlie
received and took us to the Hotel where Charles and Carl hugged us. We
greeted Mr Jenkins and Little Charlie's father and his new pregnant
mother. She was a beautiful woman that always had, near her, to
Margarita. She introduced to us her own daughter Jeanette; who was a
smaller copy of Margarita. Those were fond memories impossible to forget.

We returned home two weeks later full of emotions and souvenirs. A special
meaning was for me when Pedro's grandpa, after their reconciliation, took
me to the Stock of Exchange House in London. I felt as something had dawned
inside me, needing to be there discussing with those people about
everything. At that moment, I decided my future.

Until we were 13 y/o, we continued with our sexual plays; however, every
time marking differences. We thought more about girls, and every night that
we spent together, we discussed that point. Both felt the same; however,
our love never changed; many nights we spent cuddled naked in the same bed,
but our young dicks remained quiet and happy. Now I fully understood the
relationship existing between my father and Frank. We converted our love
into something stronger, like twins; nevertheless, many times we repeated
our sexual plays until we were 15 y/o. That day, after the birthday
celebration and our parent's departure back to home, father Angel came to
us:

	"Hi boys, get ready; we have a visit to make tonight." We knew him;
he had become our best friend and we helped him with many difficult
boys. We boarded his little private car after dinner, but he did not
disclose our destination. We went thru the city to the opposite side and
stopped in front of what seemed like a small and luxury hotel. We entered
and a still pretty woman over her thirties received us.

	"Are these the young candidates, FA?" We looked at each other
without knowing what all was about.

	"Yes, they are. The best boys I ever had in our school; they are
prodigious boys. Today is their birthday. I want the best for them as my
birthday present. I must stress that they are not so naïve as many boys
of their age are."

	"Congratulations boys!" She kissed both of us on the lips. We
entered a private large room where a tart with 15 candles was ready to be
lighted. Yet we had had lunch with our families that afternoon. She
observed our look. "That will be for later tonight." She rang a bell and
immediately two lovely young girls of about 18 y/o entered the room. She
then said, "Christie, Mary, these are very special guests and
friends. Please make them happy and enjoy yourselves with them. We expect
you will be satisfied in a couple of hours; then we will have a little
feast here." We did not know what to say. Father Angel grinned at us
saying:

	"Well boys, this is my birthday present. You are near full men and
you will know what it is to fuck a girl; I expect you will behave as well
as you are and satisfy these beautiful young ladies." We smiled and
understood the meaning of his words. Frankie then said to the girls:

	"Can we stay in the same room? We are like twins and like being
together." The girls stared at us wickedly, and smirked:

	"Of course, little gentlemen; we'll try to make a little orgy." We
went upstairs into a comfortable room with two beds. They locked the door
and started to strip us, but then I said:

	"We'll do this job. We believe in women as able as men." They
laughed. We did our job properly. After an hour, they were screaming in
delight and enjoying our ministrations. We did as our best knowledge; we
fucked them until we were spent, doing them two specials as we had
sometimes experienced. As we suggested getting dressed, one of them said:

	"It is the first time that we are truly enjoying without needing to
fake, equal to equal. You look like professionals. Being so young, where
did you learn it?"

	"That's our secret. Sorry, we cannot disclose it."

	"Well, we don't mind. We hope you will come again. We would
postpone any date we had." We smiled. They gave us a gown; we bathed each
other; and dressed only in the gown, we went downstairs to continue our
little feast.

We repeated those visits at least once a month for the next two years. I
continued being interested in anything related to Economy. I spent many
hours in the library reading about this subject, besides father Angel
provided me weekly with the "Finance Times" and other economical newspapers
that Pedro's dad sent me; so when we finished our secondary school I was
well aware of many matters and theoretical subjects that I would study
deeply during the coming years. However, the following morning, father
Angel called me to his office when classes were over.

	"Please, John, sit down. I have something serious to discuss with
you." For a moment I felt scared, however, he grinned at me. "Don't worry,
they aren't bad news." He sat down near me; handed me a paper sheet that
looked like an account with my name on top of it; he then said, "John, this
is your money; it is for your 15% commission during these years." I could
not believe what I was watching, near I had forgotten about it; I thought
that had been almost as a play where every two weeks I pointed to those
companies that I preferred to invest.

	"Are you serious? This amounts to over ten thousand dollars!"

	"I'm very serious. However, I must apology you, because in some way
I have deceived you. It wasn't my father, but the Company who followed your
instructions. So please, you must keep this secret between us." I was
amazed though I was sure what I had done.

	"You followed my instructions to buy and sell shares in the
exchange markets?"

	"Yes, and we succeeded." He then stood, went to his desk, and
extracted a large drawing. "Near all the money we have earned has been
invested in building this hospital in South America: St. John's; it will be
finished next year. All thanks to your ideas." I was astonished and could
not speak; he then added, "What are you going to do with your money?" I
came out of that dream and felt comfortable. I glanced at him.

	"Please, give me the last "Financial Times". He handed me the paper
and I underlined four companies. "Please, order to invest 25% of this money
on each and keep the shares for four weeks; then sell them; I'll let you
know what to do next." He took the telephone and dialled a number. He spoke
in English; the other person on the line seemed surprised.

	"Our Agent believes we are insane investing in those companies; you
might lose all the money."

	"Lose? I have nothing, so I'll lose nothing."

	"Good philosophy!" We agree to continue as up to now. I instructed
to change the account with a new password and instructions to follow in
case something happened to me.  From that moment on, we had a financial
meeting every four Saturday evening, establishing my guides for
investments. In one of our visits to the brothel with father Angel, I
explained everything to Frankie. He could not believe it.

	"You have ten thousand dollars! You are rich." I grinned and jabbed
him tenderly."

	"We are rich, and with a little bit of luck, we'll get money enough
to study in the USA.  That was your dream; wasn't it? I told you I was
building up our future, do you remember?" He could not say anything, and he
hugged me very tightly. I could see his eyes were blurred.

	"If I ever need some money I'll let you know it, however, I promise
to return it to you." I grinned.

	"Don't be stupid and forget your pride. We are one. Have you
forgotten that?" He smiled and hugged me tenderly again.

	"John, we are nearly men now, but I still love you more than ever
before."

In respect to my love and life, after the contest, I exchanged many
passionate letters with Maggie; however, with the time they were spacing,
until we finished writing each other.

Chapter 48
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When I finished secondary school, the Company proposed my parents and me to
start my studies in the Georgetown University in the US; I accepted it, but
under the condition, that Frankie would come with me. They were very
pleased since had planned to send him to Germany; however, we had to remain
in the US for four years without visiting Spain, unless our parents
died. We accepted and, after the last visit to Mrs Maria's brothel, we flew
to New York.

They gave us a tiny room for both of us, and there we started studying;
Frankie as a future MD Surgeon and me as a future doctor on Economy. I was
very close to a father Angel's friend, John Lemur; an expert on Economy
teaching us in the University. Following the instructions from Spain, I
continued suggesting where to invest, and of course, I did with my money in
very risky companies; a few times I failed, but 90% of times I succeeded
and my fortune increased considerably. From time to time, he asked me about
what I should do with the money if I could invest. I thought those
questions were as an extension of my daily classes and I always answered
clearly and straight; however, my Zurich's account was a secret shared only
with Frankie.

The two first years were very hard for us, however, soon our teachers and
sponsors noticed our great interest and capacity, and the qualifications
called the attention to them; they had considered us as "whiz kids". They
appointed us as assistants; Frankie spent near all his spare time in the
hospital; so they were waiting he finished his medicine basic studies to
appoint him as resident MD. After classes, I did my practices in an Agent
office in Wall Street. That confirmed me my intuitions; from there I
ordered directly about my money. That place fascinated me. One year later,
our nephew Francis joined us with Frankie in the University and Hospital.

The studying system was entirely different from what we had done in
secondary schooling; it was not fixed by years or terms, but by subject or
matter; therefore, if a person studied hard and made his practices, he
could end being a doctor much before a normal one, who took his time.  This
was our objective, however, this implied very hard work, discipline and
dedication; the outcome was evident. The best example was Francis; he had
the best curriculum of all of us.

After the third year, I had officially to go to Wall Street at least twice
a week with Mr Lemur, father Angel's friend. Time elapsed quickly and four
years went by. We were now men; Frankie would convert into a resident MD
next year and I would spend most of my time in the Bank's Investment
Office. As promised, they gave us the flying tickets to Spain to spend the
month of July. Still we were not 21 y/o; we had to be on duties on the
first of August; nevertheless, Mr Lemur reserved a surprise to me:

	"Well John, you have more than fulfilled all our expectations, and
those of some important persons, therefore, I must ask you a question." I
looked at him because, more or less, that was what his teachers had told to
Frankie. I nodded awaiting his question. "What are you going to do with the
15,000 dollars you have in your account?" He did not know this was only a
small part of my profits; most of them were in Switzerland under the name
of Moorland Ltd.; my own company. He then continued. "You have a sixth
sense for business; every time I asked you the Company invested a lot of
money on your ideas. I can assure you that the Company and the Bank had
made a lot of profits; thanks to that we are building two new schools in
South America plus the Hospital, which is now perfectly working." He handed
me a chequebook. For an answer, I hugged him for the first time.

	"I'll give Frankie part of it."

	"That's up to you, but he has also received 15000 as per his extra
works in the hospitals. They are informing him at this moment." A few
minutes later Frankie came, we told each other our news. We hugged and as
we were alone, he kissed me on the lips after many months. In fact, we
spent many nights in the same bed cuddled into each other arms; but those
moments were of relax and confidences, our penises were quiet and sex had
been forgotten.  Still we were very young; however, we had reached the
status that most of the students never got before their 25th birthday.

We had worked very hard and had no time for anything. From time to time, we
brought female colleagues to our tinny apartment and fucked like rabbits,
developing the use of a condom. I did not like it, but Frankie had seen
many persons seriously sick with a sexual disease. However, Francis was
reluctant to participate in our orgies; he had no time available; when he
was not in the University was in the Hospital; in fact, sometimes weeks
passed without seeing him. He had become not only a handsome young man but
also a brilliant student.

We thanked Mr Lemur; said goodbye to our close few friends and flew to
Spain. As per the news we had from father Angel, he was now running a new
school for boys near Madrid, and Mrs Maria had progressed in businesses;
now she had his best house in Madrid. We landed in Madrid's airport and
were greatly surprised to see Mrs Maria and father Angel waiting for us. We
hugged and I kissed her, as I would do to my mother, even blurs appeared in
my eyes. She took my hands and separated from me to watch me better.

	"You both have become very handsome young men. I'm sure my girls
will fight to go to bed with you." I blushed like a teenager because my
plans were to ask that beautiful middle- aged lady, to lay with me. I had
fantasized many times. She gazed at my eyes and she guessed my thoughts;
she smiled, and when we were to board father Angel's car, she said, "It is
a compliment for me that such a handsome and young man wanted to go to bed
with me..." I blushed deeply as never before. She smirked. "You still are
my boy; I'll give you that chance, but not tonight. Today I have a little
surprise for you both; especially for you." I hugged her again and kissed
her cheeks.

	"Thanks, mom." Then I asked her "Did you spend your money as I
instructed you?" She smiled and pressed my hand. We went to her house. It
was on the outskirts of the large town, surrounded by gardens, flowers, and
a tall fence. It seemed a luxury little private hotel, and that was the
idea. She showed us the building and we parked under it; a few luxury cars
were already there, probably the owners were enjoying some of the
girls. After leaving our luggage, we agreed to have dinner all four
together; as we did, after paying a visit to father Angel's large new
school. They built it a few kilometres far from Madrid, not far from the
mountains. He then said:

	"This school should carry your names."

	"Why? Still, we don't deserve that honour." Frankie said.

	"Well, thanks to that contest, we were overwhelmed with
applications, so the Company decided to build it; you were the best
publicity for what we made in our schools. They did this institution in a
record time: one year." As we entered the main hall, we watched a large
photograph on the front wall. A newspaper photographer had taken it after
that event nine years back; it showed the team accompanied by father Angel
and the General Director. I could not retain a sight.

	"Where are they? We lost track of them after arriving in the US."

	"Pedro is becoming one of the best and famous piano concert men in
the world. He has his agenda full for the next three years. The NASA has
recently picked up Willy and he is in California, they considered him an
excellent astrophysics. James is a professor of History at
Cambridge. Martin joined our Company, he is in Mexico, and will celebrate
his first mass next year; after that, he wants to work with abandoned
children. He is a boy-lover, though not many persons know this fact;
nevertheless, we never had any complaint about him, all on contrary, the
Company received many messages from parents encouraging us to choose men
like Martin."

	"We hope to see them sometime," Frankie said.

	"Please, if you contact any of them, give a great hug on our
behalf."

	"I'll do." We had dinner and at 11:00 pm, we returned to Mrs
Maria's castle. We had to take a flight at 10:00 am next morning, so we
planned not to be late. When we arrived, she said to Frankie:

	"Your room is number ten, beautiful Frankie; someone is already
waiting for you."  Frankie grinned, said goodnights, and hurriedly went
upstairs. "Sit down John. I have something special for you. She is one of
my best jewels, if not the best, and of your age; I appreciate her, though
she has a very strong personality; and as a good jewel, she is rare. I want
you to please her and both enjoy the night. I love her as my own daughter;
please take care of her, as you already know."

	"My best jewel would be you, mom. You know this." She looked into
my young eyes and patted my bum.

	"Come on, she doesn't like to wait for anyone." I smiled, gave her
a kiss on her cheeks and went to room twenty, in de second floor. I knocked
on the door and I heard a lovely young voice.

	"Please, come in, but don't put on the lights; I want to enjoy the
beautiful moonlight, so with the emergency light it is more than enough." I
entered and I watched a figure alighted by the moonlight. It was summer and
the sky was free of clouds; however, I could not appreciate completely her
features. She slowly approached me and started stripping herself down;
kindly I stopped her.

	"Please, let me do it, if you don't mind, of course." I could guess
a smile on her young lips. She was tall, nearly as tall as I was; long
almost blond hair that cascaded to her shoulders.  She had upright and hard
breasts; as soon as I touched them, I near came. Slowly I undressed her and
I did myself. Soon we were kissing furiously; she explored my head, my hair
and my butt while I started blowing her ears. I started a full special
treatment; when I was approaching her vagina, she was moaning with
pleasure. We did not say a single word during our lovemaking. In spite of
the lights being off, my eyes accustomed to the dim light provided by the
moon and the red emergency one; and I could see the beautiful figure I had
with me.

	"Please let me help you to enjoy." With some difficulty, I raised
my head:

	"I want you to enjoy as much as I do. I believe and defend women
rights; they should have the same as men." When I pronounced those words,
she gave a little jump on the bed.  "Did I hurt you?" She gasping said:

	"No, no. Carry on." She had heard this sentence before, but could
not remember where.  She could not concentrate at that moment that she was
enjoying with that strange young man.  For the first time in her new life,
she felt how her body was responding to the caresses provided by the young
man near her. She assumed he was a professional of sex, as she
was. Therefore, she devoted herself to the man and ready to enjoy, as Mrs
Maria, her true mother, had instructed her. She found herself screaming in
delight as that strong orgasm reached her inner body, and still he had not
penetrated her; nevertheless, she felt her body went rigid, her breathing
stopped for a few seconds as she welcomed the lovely pleasure of her
climax. Both remained quiet until he resumed his ministrations. "What a
pity he has to leave early!" She thought. Now she believed it was a silly
thing to keep lights off. She noticed the long eyelashes when he was
kissing her and his silky hair, probably brown, or black, but well cared.

The night went on; a few times, I observed those sparkling eyes in the dim
moonlight. We fucked until we were spent. I collapsed on top of her in my
last strong orgasm, emptying my last seeds into her. I slid to my side and
kissed her tenderly on the lips. She was asleep but exhausted. I was
tempted to put the lights on, but I thought she had her own reasons and I
did not want to betray them. I thought the morning light would give me a
better view.

She woke up at dawn; went to the bathroom and had a quick shower. The young
woman dressed comfortably and stared at the man on the bed; he was hard
asleep, his left shoulder uncovered, and in the light coming from the
bathroom, she placed a quick kiss on his bare shoulder. She noticed an old
scar and could see the now large mole behind his left ear. She sadly
grinned and murmured with blurred eyes:

	"Goodbye and good luck my Jack." She carefully closed the door and
left. However, when I woke up the following morning, I was alone in my
bed. She had gone; probably to join someone else's bed. I was thinking
about this, my head on the pillow and my nose buried in where her hair had
been. I noticed a familiar smell but I could not identify it. I tried all
the perfumes in the bathroom, soap, etc, but none smelled the same. I
forgot it and concentrated on getting ready for our return home. I met
Frankie and he told me about his night. After kissing Mrs Maria and saying
goodbye, we took a taxi to the airport.

About one hour later, we were getting ready to land. My heart jumped with
emotion when the plane gave a long run to the sea to land in a different
direction. I watched the river, our village, which now was a fair town, and
clearly, I could distinguish my farm, and a couple of minutes later,
Charles' large villa near the seaside. Both sighed. At that moment, to my
memory came those fantastic days of ten years ago. It seemed so near...and
so far... We landed and hired a car for the whole month. Half an hour
later, we were crossing the village-town as strangers; we watched a road
indication "To Hermann's Institution". From the road, we could see a mass
of buildings and many boys and girls playing some sports. We had agreed to
meet the family on the farm, so, a few minutes later, we were parking in
front of the main house. Our parents received us with a great mutual hug;
tears and emotions overtook us.

My sisters, nieces and nephews, some of them with babies in their arms
surrounded us. We made each other many questions and answers. Suddenly I
watched an 11 y/o duplicate of Francis, but he had brown hair and large
black eyes. We looked at each other; I extended my arm to him:

	"Little Frank..." He ran into my arms proudly that I had recognized
him; he was six y/o when we left and I could not see him when we
departed. Everybody had changed a lot. I missed some of them: The twins
were in Japan giving some guitar concerts. Joan was in LA with Charlie to
start University together. Francis, we had left him working in the
hospital; he would come next year. He was fully devoted to his career, no
mattering hours and days; he lived with us in our little flat.

I found my dad and Frank very deteriorated, they were old, well over 70,
however, they looked even older than they really were. Sometime later, when
we were in my room, Frankie locked the door. I thought he was going to
evoke some of our past nights in that room; I felt uncomfortable.  He sat
on the bed, put his head between his hands, and stared at me; he then
motioned me to sit nearly him and I did.

	"Have you observed our fathers?" Before I could answer, he raised
his head and I could see tears rolling down his cheeks. As many times in
the past, he hugged me and cried softly on my shoulders. When we calmed
down, he continued: "John, probably this will be the last time we see them
alive.

	"What are you talking about? They are over 75 and look older than
they should, but..."

	"I'm almost a neurologist, John. I have seen hundreds of men and
women like them during the past five years. I know what I'm talking about;
one year, maybe two, and they will be gone." This time I was the one to cry
on his chest, I felt his hand caressing my hair and kissing it as when we
were boys."

	"What, what, what do you suggest? Are you sure?"

	"God knows that I would like to be wrong, but it is too evident;
that's the reason for locking the door." I grinned; he saw my smile and
asked me. "Why are you grinning?"

	"Sorry, Frankie. For a moment I thought you were going to start
making love as in the past." He also grinned.

	"You well know we are over that since long time ago, even you would
reject it, in case I wanted it; but I don't."

	"You know I wouldn't, even if that meant a sacrifice to me. We have
been too important to each other in our lives and our mutual love is
untouched still within our souls."

	"I know that John, and it will be forever, as we promised many
times on this bed." We hugged tenderly in a mutual consolation. "I think we
should talk to Jim and Francis and request their opinion. Later on, we can
decide what to do. Now let's wash our faces and join the family
downstairs."

Later that afternoon, we went to the seaside to see Jim, Françoise,
Margarita and Nuria. She had two little blonde boys of two and one year
old; and another one on the way due to come in six months time. We joked
about that fact; she hugged Françoise.

	"I love too much my husband, and he likes babies as much as I do.

We spent the whole month from one side to other, taking our parents every
day to a different place. One night during the last week, after dinner,
Frank and my dad said:

	"Ladies, we need to talk to the boys. It is a beautiful warm night,
the moon is shining in the best splendour, and we want to talk to them. Do
you mind?" Margaret glanced at my mom and they nodded. We started walking
to the oranges fields, my dad then said:

	"It seems only a few days have elapsed since you were playing with
us, however, ten years have gone and you both are men. Please John,
Frankie, we are old and from time to time, we lose track of where we have
been or talked just minutes before; however, we are not silly."  Two tears
came in silence from my eyes and I tried he could not see them; I stared at
Frankie so he could come to my rescue, as usual, he did.

	"Dad how long is it that you lose track of things?"

	"Approximately one year, nevertheless, since a few weeks it is
happening more frequent. Isn't it Michael?" My dad then answered.

	"What are you talking about, Frank?" We looked at each other. Then
Frankie said:

	"We like to be with you because it is a long time we left, and
besides, it will also be a few years before we return again. However, I
want you, Michael, to promise us you will never again drive any type of
vehicle. Your bones are very weak and could cause a serious injury at your
ages." They looked at us, placed their arm around their shoulders, as they
used to do when they were boys, and started to walk up home in silence.

Some days after that, we talked to the adults, including our mothers and
Tomas, Frankie half- brother, about the risks of starting taking them to
doctors or whatever; they were seriously sick and probably we would not see
them again. Then Jim asked:

	"Frankie, you look very sure and we believe you, but couldn't you
be wrong?"

	"Jim, I would give half of my life to be wrong; however, the
symptoms are very clear and I have treated hundreds of patients like
them. They are now in a primary advanced stage, in a few months they won't
be able to recognize you at times; sometime later they will be completely
absent; from that moment, it will be a question of weeks. Up to now,
unfortunately, there is no cure for it. We are investigating very hard, but
the outcome is very poor."

	"We could make some consultations with other professionals,"
Margarita said. "In France, there are good doctors, we are very close to
some of them. We lose nothing trying."

	"I do agree with you, Margarita," Frankie said. "But if a good
professional confirms my diagnosis, please stop running from one hospital
to another; leave Mother Nature to work."  These words had all the common
sense of the world and facts were accepted. One year later, while Frankie
and I were receiving the congratulations for being doctors in neurology and
economy, respectively, with a difference of two hours, they passed away in
peace. Margaret and my mom made all to promise not to tell us anything
until a week was over. Francis was in our graduation and he hugged us very
tight with tears. He knew it but wanted us to enjoy that wonderful day.

Chapter 49
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The holidays ended and we said goodbye to everybody. In Madrid, we
explained to Mrs Maria and father Angel our problems. We dined together;
Frankie was not as affected as I was; he was used to watching sicknesses in
the Hospital, but my heart could not stop thinking about them. Mrs Maria
gave me good advice and took me to bed with her. A few minutes later, I
forgot everything; she was what I thought right from the beginning, an
excellent sex professional and a good woman. We talked about everything and
I gave her a few instructions on investment, and how to carry out with her
new Company; promising to keep her posted with my new ideas, just in case
she wanted to follow them. The next day we flew back to NY where Francis
received us.  We told him everything about his grandpas and especially
about Nuria babies. Soon we engulfed ourselves in our daily tasks and
duties, and we did even stronger, trying to forget what we had found in
Spain.

One year elapsed and we received our titles. Frankie became a resident MD
and the Hospital provided him with a lovely large flat, taking Francis to
live with him. The following day of our graduation, Mr Lemur called me to
his office:

       "John, I have very good news for you. Please, sit down." He ordered
some coffee and instructed his secretary not to pass any phone calls. He
extracted a few envelopes from one of his desk's drawers, already open and
placed them on top of his desk. He then continued: "All these letters come
from the Management of the most important banks in N.Y. They sent them to
the Dean's office; all are looking for your talent, and like you to join
their companies. They are not silly, and have found out our profits during
the past years, and who made them possible.  Believe me, they are very
tentative for a young economist doctor; however, to those we have added
ours; it is not the best of them, but it is not the worst. I want you to
read them carefully and let us know your decision. Whichever it is, we will
always be good friends and ready to help you. You have paid us back much
more than we believed." I looked into that man's eyes and I knew he was
honest, besides, they had given me the opportunity and the tools to become
what I was: An economist and a young rich man, though he did not know this
fact. "Moorland ltd" had doubled the earnings that I had allowed to the
Bank:

       "Mr Lemur, you have been patient and as my father in this great
country, and as a good son I must thank you for all your help..." As I
paused, I could see the man thinking, probably expecting a rejection on my
part, as many would do in my case. He would not have been surprised, as he
knew how most young American men would behave in these circumstances. I
continued: "Mr Lemur, in what I am concerned, you can throw all those
letters into the wastepaper basket. I want to be with you and the Company
as long as you want me." I near could see some water in the old man's
eyes. He raised and hugged me very tightly. He then shouted:

       "What's about that coffee, Mary!" The secretary entered with a tray
and placed it on the table: "Please Mary, call the General Board Director's
office and place a request for a meeting; assistants: Mr Martinez, and both
of us. Subject: New Manager hiring." John, I have been appointed General
Investment Director, you would be my personal assistant and in fact, the
second Manager. You and I will take general decisions that will affect this
Company and thousands of persons who have relied on us with their
money. Nevertheless, you must be careful, because many of our men and women
will envy you, but most of them have neither your capacity nor your
preparation. Don't argue with them; when you have a decision we will always
discuss it, even if necessary you can speak to the General Board." I could
not believe what he was telling me. That was a position that normally a man
reaches when he is over 40 y/o or even more, and I was 22 going to 23 y/o.

       "I'm amazed, sir. Do you think I deserve this position?"

       "Absolutely; you have already demonstrated it. Still, there is
more. Next Monday, after business closing, someone will take you to hire or
buy a house for you. A new car, credit cards, etc. are waiting for you
outside, I hope you like it. You are now a Manager of this Bank and as
such, you have to appear." I raised myself and hugged him.

       "Thank you, Sir. I would like to call father Angel as soon as I can
to tell him all about."

       "You will do. Once the house is ready, we'll prepare a little feast
to welcome you to our Company."

I told Francis and Frankie all about my new appointment and the salary;
they could not believe it. The following day we went to see a state agent
who showed us several houses; we agreed on one in New Jersey that was not
very large for an executive manager, but it had an excellent connexion with
the City by rail. We discussed the fact of living the three together; there
was more than enough room for us, and the house was not very far from the
hospital. Frankie, due to his new duties rejected the idea; however, he did
not discard to spend most of the weekends in the house with us.

Francis jumped in joy and the following day we moved to the house. I was
very happy and that night, after dinner, I noticed Francis was not
comfortable. Sometimes he called me Uncle John when he had problems or it
was a serious matter. That night we went to bed to our respective rooms,
however, within a few minutes he appeared at the door, naked as he used to
sleep. His almost teenager's body beaming. I noticed he was near to break
crying.

       "Uncle John, may, may, may I sleep with you?" It seemed strange; he
was not homosexual and we had not had sexual contacts since he was 14
y/o. I patted the bed and he went under the covers; however, at that moment
he started crying inconsolably. I caressed his silky hair and rubbed his
back waiting he emptied his tension. After a few minutes, he raised from my
chest: "You may believe I'm still a baby, but I don't know how I have been
able to endure it."

       "To endure what, Francis?" I asked. He started again crying, and
between sobs, he could say.

       "Grandpas passed away more than a week ago." I could not believe his
words.

       "That's impossible Francis! I, I, phoned three days ago when I was
graduated, and grandma told me they were ok." In my heart, I knew he was
telling me the truth, but I rejected to believe it, I did not like to
believe him! I also could not stop my tears and we hugged tenderly sobbing
as two frightened little boys abandoned in the middle of a desert. When we
were calmed, I kissed him and he kissed me on the lips gently, as we had
done many times in my bed. I do not know why, but my dick was very hard and
his too. I felt it pressing against my crotch; he then, kissed me
passionately and I welcomed his tongue inside my mouth. He raised, put
those lovely blue eyes on mine and said:

       "John, please, I want you to fuck me tonight." I was astonished, I
caressed his hair as when he was a little boy and I kissed him again gently
and tenderly.

       "Francis, unless I'm wrong, you are not homosexual. Why this?"

       "You are right. I love girls and as soon as I become an MD, I'll get
married. Only you excite me, and old times come to me, like tonight. I
would love you go into me, John. Please, please, don't say no! I promise
this will be the last time." I looked into those beautiful blue eyes and
kissed them. "How can I deny this?" I thought.

       "You don't need to promise me anything Francis because I wouldn't be
able to deny you anything; even if you weren't telling me the truth. By the
way, does Frankie know about grandpa death?"

       "Yes, he does. He knew it two days ago, but he did not have the
strength to tell you. My parents and grandma told me not to tell you until
everything was over. We can't do anything, except to pray for them."

After some time, he straddled me and with some pain at the beginning, he
impaled himself on my dick. I have to recognize that I enjoyed it a lot; we
did it until we were exhausted and our bodies could not resist
anymore. Soon we drifted to sleep peacefully, cuddled into each other arms,
as we had done when we were children. We slept many times together,
however, that was the last time we did it. He married Mr Lemur's daughter
three years later. She worked in the same hospital as a cardiology
specialist.

We succeeded in our investments; I had risked my money many times but my
account in Switzerland had terribly increased; no one, except me, knew
about my large secret fortune.  However, my best investment was not
speculative, but on a fixed asset, it was by accident.

I took Francis and Frankie for a ride on my new car, driven by Francis,
Frankie and I were in the back seat. Suddenly a car appeared in front of us
on the same track. Thanks to my nephew's reflexes, we avoided the terrible
frontal collision; however, the other car went against a tree, smashing
against it. We immediately stopped and went to help them. There was the
driver, a middle-aged man, his wife and little baby girl of about two years
old. To make it shorter, Frankie attended and asked Francis to call an
ambulance. The shock did not affect the baby, and the man lightly wounded,
but the woman seemed injured while protecting her baby.

	"Don't touch her, John; we may cause her more bad than good,"
Frankie said.  Fortunately, the ambulance came quickly, taking the adults
and the baby that was in my arms.  The little girl reminded me Charlie and
seemed that was a play; the little girl rejected to be in somebody else's
arms, but in mine, so I decided to accompany them to the Hospital. In the
hospital's waiting room, the man was very affected. Frankie and Francis
helped to enter his wife, showing they were MD working in the same
Hospital. The man relaxed knowing she was well, due to the precaution that
Frankie took during the accident.

Thinking we were just boys, the man opened his heart to me, blaming himself
for his economic situation, since his electronic company would go on
bankruptcy; they had programmed some investigation works and could not meet
the expected results. The company shares were rubbish and Terry Electronic
Ltd. could not face the bank mortgage payments. As many times during my
life, I had a presentiment.

	"Mr Terry, could you excuse me? I need to make a phone call." He
looked puzzled but did not say anything. My agent bought 75% of all shares
for me. After about ten minutes later, he confirmed me the operation. Then
I gave the man a little card. "Mr Terry, this is my office; we'll meet
there tomorrow morning at 9:00. I think your problem will have a
solution. Please, don't ask me anything." At that moment, Frankie and a
colleague of him came in, advising that his wife and the child were in
perfect condition; within a couple of hours, they would leave the
hospital. The man stared at me without believing what was happening. "Then
I added: "Mr Terry; please don't forget, tomorrow at 9:00." We said goodbye
and left. In my card, besides the address, it stated:

	"John Mulberry. Mooreland Investments Ltd."

He thought that was a joke; however, that afternoon, as soon as he entered
his house, he received a phone call from his lawyer, advising that the
entire share package had been bought.  He ignored the buyer. Nobody knew
about this operation, so the next morning we signed all documents that my
agent had faxed me from Zurich; it helped the difference of time on both
continents. He would remain as the General Manager as up to now, however,
supervised by me. He hugged me with blurred eyes as a great friendship had
dawned. After one year, I could have sold the shares a hundred times more
expensive, but I did not; I thought it was time to have fixed asset besides
speculation. I was right, and today the Company is one of my best sources
of profit.

I travelled to Europe many times, especially to Germany, Italy, France and
Spain. That gave me the opportunity to contact the family, even to take
Francis with me the following year.

My nephew had started dating Linda Lemur, they worked in the same Hospital
and as Mr Lemur told me, he was very glad and happy with the proposed
marriage and that Francis was extremely good as a neurosurgeon, a promise
to become one of the best in the USA.

Françoise designed the dress and Nuria's little boys acted as
pageboys. It was a great event; Mr Lemur was amazed as we celebrate the
wedding in a European style, in the JJ Church, and the banquet in the best
of Carl's restaurant in N.Y., menu prepared by the already well-known James
Martinez. From Spain came Francis' total family; little Frank was already a
teenager.  Charlie and Joan from LA; Carl, Charles and the rest from France
also joined us. In the wedding, Frankie fell in love with Jeanette, Charlie
new half-sister; they married two years later.  I tried to bring my mother
and Margaret, but both rejected the idea. They went to Europe on their
honeymoon and met all the family; the girl was astonished to find so a
large family since she was the only daughter.

In view of our success, when I was 26 y/o, Mr Lemur and the General
Director, appointed me as Investment South Europe General Manager,
reporting directly to them. In addition, I was in charge to supervise the
investments that the Company made thru our office in Cologne; so very often
I had to travel to Germany. I had excellent connexions with Mrs Maria and
used to talk about Government's plans after the dictator's death; she knew
about it more than anybody else did in Spain.

The Bank bought for my own property a lovely house in a village on the
outskirts of Madrid, in the middle of the open Nature and close to an old
and prestigious English School. They built the house in a record time and
designed for possible extensions in case I got married and have many
children. I thought to bring my mother with me since I had no plans or girl
to marry. I was too involved in business, and I thought I still was too
young to create a family. Mrs Maria told me several times she loved
children, she had had none of her own, but she enjoyed with the pictures
that her old "employees" sent to her, that had married good men.

Two years later, upon the return of one of these hard trips to Germany, I
called on her house, because I wanted to spend some time with her and have
a good fuck to release the tensions.  When I arrived and after the formal
kiss, she said:

	"John, today is available the girl you have asked me many times;
she is the best woman that I have; intelligent and with a high education;
however, sometimes her temper is not as good as it should be; but she is a
high professional; she is known as Marilee, of course, that isn't her real
name. Since long time ago I would have converted her in my second in
command, but she always rejects the idea; she needs to be free and to have
time for herself. I adore her as if she was my own daughter. A few times,
when I had been sick, she always was all the time near my bed to look after
me, until I was fully recovered; like if we were mother and daughter."

	"It is fantastic, mom. I don't mind, I'm anxious to know her." She
grinned wickedly and I took the lift to the last floor where the suite
was. I knocked on the door.

	"Come in, please." I entered and I watched a wonderful woman of my
age; large light brown eyes and long hair to her shoulders that some time
in the past had been blond. I could notice the lack of makeup on her face;
however, she really was a pretty woman, a beauty. My dick started to grow
immediately. I wanted to spend the whole night with her, nevertheless, she
had different plans, because, as soon as I entered she started to strip me.

	"Sorry Marilee, but I want to do it in my own way." She stared at
me deeply in the eyes.

	"I haven't much time for sweetness tonight; I must leave as soon as
I finish with you."  She talked to me as if I was her servant and with
displacement, but deeply in me I did not feel offended.

	"If you have something important to do, you should go." She looked
at me again surprised; she thought this was not the normal answer from a
customer, and knew the House considered me as a special one.

	"To be frank with you, I need your money. I have a family and they
need to live."

	"That's not any problem, young lady." I extracted my wallet and
placed the double of normal fares in dollars. "Your family should be above
all, and as I told you that night, some years ago, I see no differences in
respect between a woman and a man. I would do the same if I was you." She
blushed and quickly took the money.

	"You have been here only five minutes; my time is expensive, but
not as much as that."  I grinned at her.

	"Well, let's say I'm buying your promise to gladly accept me next
time." She smiled at me; her eyes sparkled.

	"I promise to compensate you. Please phone me and I'll get enough
space for you."

	"Like the doctors?"

	"Yes. In fact, I need one today." I went to the door and glanced
back before closing it behind me.

	"Please, keep yourself healthy; that's the most important thing for
your family and... me, of course." I closed the door and descended to say
goodbye to Mrs Maria, but he refused to let me go.

	"I hate to be for the leftovers, but even so, you are a first class
food." We grinned and spent the night together. The following month I
called Marilee and I noticed she was anxious to pay me back. I took her for
dinner and after that, we fucked as if there was no tomorrow. I started
visiting her every time more often. We always agreed on a determined day
while we had no compromises, and normally had dinner, danced and spent the
night together. I felt she was happier, increasingly friendly every
time. We spent one year like that and we became good friends; however,
instinctively, she never asked me about my job or for my past, and I did
the same to her.

One evening that she could not stay until later I followed her little
car. I found she lived in a new and modern suburb of the large city in a
new block. Before she parked the car, I watched a tender scene. She stopped
in a little park near her house; an old woman approached her and a little
boy, of about five or six, jumped into her arms and she raised him to her
chest. I felt ashamed, but I could do nothing; slowly I passed trying to
get a good view, but she was with her back to me. Only I could see the
little boy's long wavy hair on her neck. I envied her.

It was near Christmas and I made a trip to Germany to close some
business. Things were very well for the Company and even better for my
account and Company in Zurich. I had received congratulations from the USA;
the only problem was that I felt alone. My mother did not like to come,
nevertheless, from time to time; I received some visits from them. Walking
along the commercial streets in Cologne I thought about the little boy when
I watched the display of toys in the mall. I entered and bought a bike with
all the extra spears that a little boy of 6 y/o would like. The young man
that attended me said:

	"Sir, I have a boy of that age and I brought him here so he could
show me what he wanted, so I'll prepare a bike as he showed me."

	"Excellent, there's not a better idea." I purchased the bike and
took it to the hotel. From there, I phone Marilee whether she would be
available the next day. She booked me for two days later that was
Saturday. I bought some perfume and on Saturday I met her. We had lunch and
after we fucked and had a good siesta, she said:

	"I'm sorry, I must go. I have some other obligations." I smiled.

	"I have some Christmas presents for you, and since I plan to go to
see my old mother, I would like to give them to you before my
departure. She looked a little bit surprised but she grinned and said:

	"Thanks, John, but..." I extracted the little parcel from my jacket
and gave it to her. She kissed me on the cheeks. "You know my
preferences..." I did not dare to tell her about the other present. With
all the braveness that I could muster, I added.

	"I have something else in my car." She looked at me puzzled. "It
is... it is a bike for your son." She gazed at me again and I thought she
would explode; however, she slowly said:

	"How do you know I have a son?"

	"Well... it was by accident. You live on my way home, and I saw you
hugging that little angel..." She got silence for almost one minute,
probably thinking whether I was interfering in her life, or just
considering my attention.

	"Well... the world won't crash for that, and since you know it, I
would suggest you give it to him personally. I think he'll be very happy
since he doesn't expect it. He is the best thing that has happened to me in
my life. You can imagine how I love him; especially if you have children."

	"No, I haven't any. I'm not married yet; however, I have a large
family..." She did not say anything and I stopped talking. That was the
first time we talked about our private lives.

	"Well, let's go. You can follow me up into the garage. I have two
places for cars, though I use only one. We entered the parking and as she
said, the neighbour place was empty; meaning she did not allow any of her
clients into her private life. I extracted the parcel and took the lift to
the last floor where there was only one door. While I was getting out the
parcel, she opened the door and I heard a child's yell:

	"Mammy, mammy!" The little boy jumped on his mom's arms and both
hugged and kissed. The boy was not used to see men in his house, because
his large and beautiful black eyes stared at me in surprise. "Who is this
gentleman, mom? The little and educate boy asked:

	"Oh, he is... he is..." I came to her rescue.

	"I'm your Uncle John." He stared at me, and then a beautiful smile
came on his face that fascinated me:

	"Mom, you never told me I had an uncle." She was embarrassed as the
old woman that was babysitting the boy was also looking at me."

	"Well, it was because I wanted to give you a surprise. He also
wanted that. Isn't it John?"

	"Yes, that's the truth."

	"I'm glad that I have an uncle like you." He extended his little
arms and we kissed on the cheeks. Then Marilee made the introduction to the
old woman as the boy asked: "What is this parcel, Uncle John?" The boy gave
me his little hand and led me to a sofa in a large living room, furnished
with good taste. When we were sat I said:

	"You see, a few days ago, in a far country, I met Father Christmas
and the Three Mage Kings, and asked them whether I could take with me the
present that they might bring to you; then Father Christmas said, "Little
Jack is a good boy, I have no problems." Then one of the kings, the black
one, said: "We don't mind, too; but be careful, he doesn't like to be
called Jack, and he wants to be John." The little boy opened his beautiful
eyes while his mother and the old woman were expecting how the tale ended.

	"I prefer the Mage Kings, and I love Balthazar, the black one. It
is not strange he gave you my present. What is it, Uncle John?"

	"Let's open the box. Besides the other kings told me they will also
bring a few toys to you because you have been very good in the school."

	"They know me very well, Uncle John. Do you know? Next year I'll
start school with grown-up boys and I also will be a good boy." His mom was
expressing her adoration looking at us in our conversation. The old woman
approached him from behind and kissed him. However, the great surprise came
when I opened the box and he could see the bike with so many spares, like
light, bell, etc. Suddenly he jumped on my lap, put her little arms around
my neck and gave me a peck on the lips. "I love you, Uncle John." I didn't
know what to say.

       "I love you, too." Then I asked for a tool to assemble the bike with
little wheels for balance. When it was assembled he was amazed. Immediately
he tried to ride it, however, the furniture didn't allow it.

       "Mom, please, can I ride it on the terrace?"

       "You can son, but you may not. It is near dark and very cold
outside. I don't want you to catch a cold."

       "I'm a strong boy, mom, and never get sick, please, please, let me
try." I didn't want to interfere between mother and son, but something told
me to do it.

       "Mary, you might just put on him some extra clothes. I'll look after
him if you don't mind."  The boy insisted.

       "Please mom, please." I don't know how she could resist those
beautiful eyes. I dare to go further.

       "John, perhaps your mom is right." I watched the little boy's gaze
on me with disappointment. "I'll tell you what we can do if your mom
agrees. Now I'm going to move some of this furniture so you can ride from
here to the next room, and tomorrow I'll come back to pick you and your mom
up; we'll go to my house where I have a paved tennis court, I'll get rid of
the net and then you can easily ride it." Now I saw his mom gaze on me; I
wondered whether her eyes were sparkling of satisfaction or otherwise, she
was cursing me.

       "Please mom, please. Don't say no. Please." I thought he would cry
as a whimsical boy, but he didn't. His mom doubted and he insisted. "Mom
please, I'll be a good boy, please." She could not resist those deep black
eyes, as I would not have.

      "Alright, Mrs Lopez will prepare something to eat and..." I
interrupted her.

	"You don't need to prepare anything; I have everything you might
need, so we can spend the whole day in there. It is a beautiful place and
I'm sure you'll like it." I was to add that the old lady could rest, but I
thought it was too much. Marilee looked at me and then to her son and
nodded. I took off my jacket and separate part of the furniture. The little
boy was beaming excitedly; he rode the bike carefully from one side to
other several times. He looked like an intelligent lad because he didn't
insist on continuing.

	"Mom, may I keep my bike in my room with my teddy bear?" She
smiled.

	"Yes son, you can. Now you will be a good boy, have your dinner and
go to bed; you must not be tired tomorrow. What about 10:00 am, John?"

	"Yes, that is a good time. It is not far, it is the village where
the mountains begin."

	"I'm afraid I don't know much about the surroundings."

	"Never mind; I'll be at that time here.

Chapter 50
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That was a memorable day engraved in my heart forever. I picked them up and
we came home.  It was a beautiful, shining and chilly day. Little John was
dressed in a comfortable track dress, gloves, and helmet to protect from
accidents. His mom wore a woolen pullover, sunglasses and smooth wide
trousers. As soon as we came in, I introduced her to my housekeeper. A
middle- aged woman recommended by Mrs Maria. The boy called my attention
and while the women got ready coffee, we started with the bike. He was a
strong boy for his age and soon his cheeks were burning with excitement,
shouting and screaming happily as he progressed. After a couple of hours, I
noticed the balance wheels were not helping him but disturbing.

	"John, try outside of the tennis court; ride everywhere around the
house." I could see his mom watching with pride her son's progress. I was
tired of running behind him. "John, let's have a rest and eat
something. Aren't you hungry?"

	"Yes I am, Uncle John. But what's about if you get rid of these
stupid wheels?" He looked at me. "Sorry, well... I mean these silly
wheels." I smiled and his little face beamed. Who could resist those
beautiful eyes?

	"It is alright." I kneeled near him." You know, John, I was
thinking the same as you do; these wheels are for babies, not for a great
and handsome boy like you are, however, don't tell anything to your mom,
otherwise, she might object it." He jumped out from the bike, put his
gloved hands my neck and hugged and kissed me.

	"I love you, Uncle John. I would have liked to see you before, but
never mind, you are here with me now and I like it very much." Hand in hand
we went into the house where the women had prepared some coffee and
biscuits, and a large glass of natural orange juice for the boy. He loved
it. After half an hour rest, we resumed our task with the bike without the
balance wheels. At first he failed a little, nevertheless, he did not fall;
after a few tries, he started running free. I still remember his beautiful
face of satisfaction yelling gleefully.

	"I got it!!! I got it, Uncle John!!!" Soon, after a few bits of
advice how to use the brakes, he was running thru the garden and the
house. I entered the house and I called his mother.  Everybody was stunned
about the boy's signs of progress. He was terribly excited, his cheeks like
pink roses and his beautiful eyes making brighter. I felt very proud of
him. He continued riding until lunchtime. We had our meal and my
housekeeper left us until early Monday. We decided to walk through the
houses that were next to a large pine forest. The boy wished to bring the
bike with him, but we rejected the idea; I wanted to talk to his mother if
I had the opportunity. Hand in hand we walked and I could observe she was
in silence as the little boy talked and talked about his lovely
bike. Suddenly a group of boys and girls crossed with us, waving their
hands. John observed them: "Uncle John, did you see the bikes that the
blond boy and that of the curly hair are riding? They are like mine."

	"Most likely, his mother is German and their granny lives in
Cologne. It is not strange they received them from their grandma."

	"Do you know them?" Mary asked.

	"Yes; they are very good, kind and educated boys. They also have a
little sister a little bit older than John; probably nine or ten y/o. Their
father is an architect who bought all this land and built the houses. He is
an honest man. I had just a few conversations with him and his wife in the
Tennis Club. They go every Saturday morning to play."

In December the sunset comes very soon and the temperature gets chilled, so
we returned home. We played inside and watched some TV. "I want you to
choose your room, John." He looked surprised since he didn't know we had
decided to spend the weekend there.

	"Are we going to stay here?" His mom lifted him to her chest and
kissed him.

	"Yes, if you like it."

	"I do, I do! Uncle John, tomorrow we will ride our bikes
together. Can we?"

	"Well, it depends on your mom."

	"We'll see it tomorrow," Mary said. I took the little boy's hand
and went upstairs. There were two guest rooms and I showed him. He
inspected them carefully, and then said:

	"I like this facing the forest. I love pine perfume."

	"Ok; this will be yours forever. I'll bring the bike here for you;
however, in future times, we'll leave it in the garage." We had dinner and
Mary bathed him and made the boy to brush his teeth before going to
bed. Once in his pyjama, she tucked him in the bed.

	"Uncle John, can you stay with me for a while? I want you to tell
me a tale." Mary looked at me and I nodded, that was not normal for his
son, but this was the first time he had an adult man around him.

	"Yes, I'll do. I'm not a very good storyteller, but..." I looked
back and we were alone. I noticed how the little boy moved his hands under
the covers. "What are you doing, John?" He blushed and then said.

	"I hate sleeping with my underwear on, it presses my little soldier
and sometimes it felt uncomfortable when it gets hard." I understood him as
he grinned. When he felt ready stared at me. "Uncle John, can I tell you
something important? But you must promise not to tell mom."

"Of course, I promise. What is it? "

	"Sometimes in the school, boys are bad on me because I haven't a
father. I'm taller and stronger than the rest of my class, so they respect
me, but I don't like it. I never tell mom about that because she is always
very busy. She always tells me that her love is greater than most of the
boys' parents together."

	"It is true John. She immensely loves you."

	"I would have liked that some of my friends would have seen me
today with you." He paused for a moment. "If I had a father I would like he
was like you." I could not resist the temptation and I hugged him tenderly
to my chest. He was too old for his age. I kissed him on the forehead; I
thought I could not disappoint him but I was to commit myself to a serious
problem, but I did not doubt it a second.

	"John, I'll always be with you. What's about if we develop a secret
between us? From now on, I'll be your dad, and you will be my son. You can
name me like that whenever your mom is not present and I'll do the same to
you; however, we must be very, very careful. She must never find out." He
looked into my eyes, extended his little arms and kissed me on the lips.

	"Yes, dad. I like it. Can I tell it to my friends?"

       "You can, but remember, this is a secret that mom should never
guess." I knew what I risked if Mary found out, but my soul could not stop
those beautiful and innocent eyes. He added in a low voice: "Dad, this is
much better than any beautiful story you could tell me." He kissed me on
the cheeks: "Good nights, dad." I did him back.

	"Good nights, sweetheart." A few minutes later he was asleep. I
covered him and returned downstairs.

	"How is he?" His mother asked.

	"He's asleep."

	"Thanks, John. I think he has enjoyed today more than in the rest
of his short life."

	"I can help he continues being even happier. You well know my home
is open..." I was going to say to you and him, but I stopped. I did not
want to spoil the night. Instead, I took her hand on mine. "We also need to
be happy. Let's leave our problems behind and enjoy tonight as if we had
just known each other today." She sighed.

	"That would be an adventure, however, problems, happiness, and
unhappiness would remain unchanged tomorrow; the world will continue
running; people disappearing and new ones coming into life. I would like to
be a great good Fairy and make this lovely land a paradise..." She paused.

	"You are running into a philosophy that comes out from Mother
Nature." She looked at me.

	"Probably; I worship that little creature of upstairs too much. I
would kill anyone who tries to hurt him. Today has been one of the happiest
days of my life watching him how he screamed in joy. Today I'm the one on
debt with you and I want to be even." I smiled. We sipped part of our
drink, and hand in hand went to my room. Firstly, we peeked thru the little
boy's room. He was as I had left him, but with a beautiful angel grin on
his pink face. I have never fucked so eagerly. I moaned and groaned higher
when my orgasms arrived as it happened to her. It seemed we were retaining
the time. In the best of my orgasm, suddenly the face and features of Helen
came into my mind, as I watched her more than fifteen years back in the
cave; it was so clear that unconsciously I said near in a whisper:

       "I love you, Helen, I love you!" I noticed how she trembled as if an
electric current went thru her body for a second, pressing my butt and my
hard cock into her. Exhausted with that last orgasm, I slid to my
side. When we recovered, I kissed her tenderly while I played with her air
in the bliss produced after the intercourse. "Mary, I would like to ask you
something." She then leaning on her left elbow glanced at me like guessing
my question. She did not say anything.  "Perhaps you think I'm silly, but
am not. I want you to marry me and make this house a happy place for little
John and, I suppose, some more others who may come." She closed her
beautiful eyes and in the semi-darkness of the room, I could see water in
them.

	"John, I would be ungrateful to you, and believe me, I feared this
moment. Nothing would be greater than to marry you and build a new life
with my son; however, I cannot do it.  You are too good, too honest and too
great. I would destroy your future. I'm not a good person, John. I have
taken every opportunity to get money. I am a professional whore and I have
destroyed many families without caring who they were and what they did. My
only goal, especially after my son was born, has been to pile up money and
keep it in a safe account far from this country, just for him." She paused
for a moment and I hugged her.

	"Mary, please, don't blame yourself. It is a mother's normal
reaction."

	"No, John. I never told this to anybody, even to Mrs Maria; but
since we fucked in that dark room seven years ago, I had the feeling that
this would happen. You have worked very hard. You have done a more than
satisfactory career in business and I'm not going to spoil it. I love you,
John. I have loved you since that moment when we went to the "Muslim Chair"
and when you kissed me on the bar of your bike, and especially when you did
it in the middle of the street the day before your departure to your new
school. We only were kids..."

	"Helen!!! Oh my God!" I could not say anything more because my eyes
blurred as a bump formed in my throat tightening as I hugged her to
me. Gently she separated from me and kissed me tenderly on my forehead. She
then said:

	"I have heard how in the happiest part of our moment, unconsciously
you have named me. I hugged her again.

	"Helen, my beautiful girl! My girl!" I paused. "You can't reject
me, Helen!"

	"Yes, I can, John. I'm not that innocent and pretty girl that you
have loved and adored, and you are not any more the funny boy that got mad
the entire girls of the village. We have grown and had different ways of
life."

	"I don't mind what others may think about you if that's what you
are trying to say. You are a person, a human being and I'll marry you if
you accept me." She looked at me deeply in the eyes, kissed my lips and
answered:

	"I'm warning you, John Mora, I'm not the woman that you need. It
will be a hell in your family. No, John, I can't. Sorry, I can't spoil your
life. You have been in my mind all these years as the sweetest moments of
my dreams."

 	"Helen, if you spoil my life, it is only mine and nobody else's."
She kept silence for a few minutes.

	"John, let me think it over for a few weeks. Meanwhile, I want to
ask you for a great favour."

	"Consider it as granted. What is it?"

	"I want you to look after my son if anything happened to me."

	"Nothing would please me more than that. Therefore, from now on, if
you need to travel or go somewhere, I'll be his guardian. I want you to
contact me for anything. I really want to be his father, if you allow me,
Helen." At that moment, the message I sent her after our separation came
into my mind. Did she receive it? Would it be too late now to tell? My
obligation was to warn her about the danger she might have inherited from
her family; and what was more important, the danger that she could transmit
to her son. I decided to postpone it a few days asking her; we were living
beautiful moments and I did not want to spoil them.

The following day, Sunday, I got up early, as usual, and I started working
in my office. After a couple of hours, I heard some steps in the main
living room; as I raised my sight I watched in the door frame the most
beautiful being I had ever seen. The little boy had in his right hand a
teddy bear, looked at me for a second and ran to me. Quickly I left the
papers on the couch and opened my arms to receive him.

	"Good morning, dad!" I felt his little warm body against my chest
and his lips on my cheeks.

	"Good morning, my sweetheart." I kissed him back. Did you sleep
well?"

	"Oh yes, very well. Dad, I think you need to shave." His little
hand caressed my unshaved face and them my hairy chest. "You have a lot of
hair dad; will I have hair like you when I grow up?"

	"I'm sure you will, even you will be taller and stronger than I
am." He grinned and sighed.

	"You are joking, dad; I'm not as strong as you are. You are like a
great bear."

	"However, if you like to become a strong and healthy boy, you must
eat a lot, run the bike and make many sports to strengthen this little
body. Over the years, you'll grow and become a handsome young man, so that
all the girls will want you." He showed a pretty smile.

	"I like to be with you and talk, dad."

	"Me too, but let's go to the kitchen and I'll prepare some great
toasts as my mom used to do for me."

	"Is she old, dad?"

	"Oh yes, very old."

	"Did your dad prepare a toast to you when you were little?"

	"Yes, he did sometimes. He was very tall and strong and liked
music. He always bought me records of all kind and a friend of mine, who is
very clever about music, taught me how to play the piano."

	"Dad, will you teach me to play the piano?"

	"Why not? I'm not as good as my friend is, but good enough to start
with a little imp like you." I jabbed his little chest and started making
ticklish to him. He laughed as only a little boy can do. I raised him on my
shoulders, and with laughs, we went into the kitchen. Helen had heard the
child laughs and was standing on top of the stairs. She grinned and went
into the bathroom. I prepared the toasts with honey and olive oil as
Frankie and I had done so many times, fresh coffee and natural orange
juice.

	"I love the smell, dad. Will you always cook breakfast for me?"

	"I will, whenever we are together and if your mom allows us, I'll
take you to our family's farm to see the orange trees; they are especially
beautiful when they are in blossom.

	"But dad, I'm not really your son, what would they say?" My heart
broke; I kneeled in front of him.

	"How do you know I'm not your dad?" He could not answer my question
because he had not a reply for that. He smiled as I continued: "We are
father and son now. We agreed to it, didn't we?"

	"Yes, we did. I don't need to tell anybody a different thing."

	"That's correct. Nobody, except your mom, will love you more than I
do." I kissed him.  Now let's eat, I'm hungry." We ate slowly bearing the
many questions that a little and intelligent child can do about
everything. Helen joined us a few minutes later and we enjoyed those
moments together. We rode our bikes while she remained inside the house;
during our little hike, we crossed with the blond and black haired
brothers.

	"Good morning Mr Mora," said the young lad stopping for a
while. The blond boy stared at John.

	"He is your son, isn't he, Mr Mora?" John replied instead of me.

	"Yes, he is my dad." Then the black haired teenager said:

	"You don't need to confirm it little devil; you look a lot
alike. Which is your name? Mine is Josh and this is my brother Nick."

	"My name's John. Glad to meet you. I'll be six very soon." The
answer surprised the young lads and me. They smiled and then Nick said:

	"Well, we hope you'll invite us to your birthday party."

	"I'll do." Josh ruffled the boy's hair.

	"Glad to meet you, John. Bye Mr Mora." They did not wait for the
little boy's answer and started pedalling to the village. We spent the
weekend enjoying together and early on Monday we returned to the city.

Chapter 51
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I became a very frequent visitor to their house. Every weekend that I was
not abroad, I took mother and son to my house. The business had increased
and money flowed as in a spring.  Without making great efforts, the Company
increased greatly the profits and my money too. I had invested a great
amount in the electronic fields as fixed assets; especially in computing
matters. In fact, I had a fair fortune. I had a few people working for me;
however, I needed a supervisor or Manager who could take care of small
business. In one of my journeys to the US, Mr Lemur said:

	"John, the Bank, and especially the Company, are very, very
satisfied with you. The General Director has suggested to the Board you
become the European General Mgr., all members without exception agreed to
it, of course, subject to your decision."

	"Thanks, Mr Lemur. You know I'm not ambitious and I suppose in
Germany there must be great persons to carry out this task."

	"Yes, there are, but not as good as you are. The Bank is very
selfish in money terms, and they know you will do much better; however, we
are not hurry; take your time. I even can wait one year."

	"Thanks, I'll think it over. By the way, I need a Manager in Madrid
who would look after the small business while I concentrate on the big
ones."

	"You are Southern Europe General Manager, therefore you can hire
whoever you think is capable; we will only fulfil with the procedure by
interviewing him/her here. Don't we have any person within our current
staff in there?"

	"Unfortunately, not. They are all good administrative persons, but
not decision makers.  I'll see in the University records. I have good
friends there. I'll transmit you the outcome. And now, if you don't mind, I
want to see your grandchildren, that little blond girl make me mad." The
man smiled satisfied, Francis and Mr Lemur's daughter had already a girl of
two and a boy of one year old, respectively. He then said:

	"John, I know you love children, I would be very happy going to the
wedding of yours."

	"Thanks, George. Perhaps I will give you a surprise, but I still
need to think about. I'm still young."

After a short visit to John Terry, and our electronic company, I kissed his
little 4 y/o daughter that came to me with her open arms. I had heaps of
love for that angel, and she paid me back with her most beautiful smiles
and kisses; in fact, only in two years, this family had become like
mine. Then I flew back home. It was Friday evening, when I landed in
Madrid's airport, and as usual, I dropped on Helen's home. She was not
there but my "son" received me as usual. I always bought something for him;
he excitedly wanted my return. It was not a secret for the old woman who
looked after John, that the boy called me my dad, and she was very
happy. She was a good woman and always I brought something for her
grandchildren. She thanked me for these little details.

	"Mr Mora, Helen has called and she cannot be here, she didn't say
where she was, but the phone seemed very far. I had planned to go to see my
family and she agreed...

	"Don't worry; I'll take John with me. I have installed a child
chair in my car, so I can carry him safely. Please prepare some clothes for
him to wear. I'll bring him next Monday morning, or I can drop him at the
school, if necessary."

	"Thanks, Mr Mora. You make me a great favour." After the normal
kissing and hugging, John was doing some little homework; he should do
nothing at home, but the teachers gave him something to do, just to
encourage him and start assuming little responsibilities. In a low whisper,
I said in his ear, "Come on my beautiful son, we'll spend the weekend
together at home." He looked at me in surprise. We always went the three
together.

	"But mom isn't here and..."

	"She has engaged in business far away and called while you were in
the school."

	"Oh lovely, dad; I want to be alone with you, to have you only for
me to talk and do things together." I smiled because I understood
him. "I'll get ready in one minute. Will we dine here?"

	"No. My housekeeper has everything ready for us. We'll be on our
own the whole weekend. If mom comes, she will join us in there." I took the
small luggage and descended to the garage. I sat him in his own seat and we
left. Half an hour later, we were entering my house.  The housekeeper
received us.

	"How is the most beautiful boy in the world?" The little boy
grinned and hugged the middle-aged woman. She, like the rest of us, had
fallen into the boy's love-nest.

	"Very well, thanks; I'll be here for the weekend." She grinned at
me and said:

	"Dinner is ready in the kitchen. I'll be back on Monday. Have a
nice weekend."

	"The same to you." She left. My little boy looked around
himself. The sunset comes very late in May; therefore still was time to
enjoy it outside; besides, the weather was very warm.  "Dad, we are alone!
Can I run?" I ruffled his waiving silky black hair.

	"You can run; scream; shout; stay dressed; stay naked; ride the
bike; go to bed... in summary, do whatever you like or want!"

	"Really?"

	"Yes." He looked at me and in seconds, he stripped down and started
running naked in the house, from one room to another. He seemed a little
beautiful angel. Then from the top of the stairs, he shouted in his pitchy
beautiful angel voice:

	"I love my dad! I love my dad!" I laughed and he laughed and
ran. When he was tired of running, he had the garage keys and took the bike
from the basement. Naked as he was, started pedalling the house avoiding
the front part, so nobody could see him. He enjoyed as only a little child
can do when he feels free. I thought how much this little boy needed the
open spaces to grow healthy and strong. I watched him from the living room
thru the large glass window that faced the back garden and the tennis
court. He had a beautiful strong body, full but not fatty; he was very tall
for his age. He looked more a seven y/o than a nearly six. I remained sat
on an armchair watching him; when he was tired of running and riding the
bike; he left it outside and ran, jumping on my lap. The sun had already
disappeared, however, he was sweating; I could see the beads of sweat
running thru his crotch; his little dick sticking out; it seemed
erected. He kissed me.

	"Before you get a cold young man, please, run upstairs and have a
good bath. Do you need me?"

	"No, dad. I'm old enough to bath myself. I'll leave the door open
just in case I need something."

	"In that case, use this bathroom here downstairs; otherwise I could
not hear you." I patted him on the butt. Soon I heard the water running and
how he jumped into it. I had brought some rubber toys and he enjoyed
playing in the warm water. As usual, I had to take him out; otherwise, he
would be there for the whole night. I prepared dinner and put it on the
kitchen table. I wrapped him in a large towel and dried him, and then he
wore a thick cotton gown. "Did you enjoy your bath?" He extended his little
arms in a clear move to take him on my arms. I did and he took the
opportunity to kiss me.

	"I love you, dad. I love you very much." I did him back.

	"How much is that love?" He thought for a moment, puzzled. He
raised his little arms motioning.

	"Well, like this house, or maybe more, like all these forests and
mountains together." I hugged him to my chest and transported him to the
kitchen, then, we ate in silence because I had taught him only to speak
when we finished unless he had something important that could not wait.

	"Now it is time for bed. Tomorrow we will go to the market in the
village. I want to buy fresh vegetables to cook something special for us,
so you need to rest." He hopped on top of my back.

	"Please, dad, carry me like a horse." I took him in my back,
running around the living room and stairs, giving little jumps. I went to
his room, but he stopped me. "Dad, can I sleep in your bed with you?" As I
doubted he insisted. "Please, dad, please; we are alone." I took my boy and
dropped him on my large bed. Probably due to the rub against my back, his
little dick was hard. He took off the gown; he was stark naked. He lay on
the bed and, as if I had not noticed his erection, I covered him. I sat
near him and kissed him good nights. Then, pointing to his dick, he said,
"Dad, my little soldier is annoyed and doesn't want to sleep."

	"Well, you are the commander; you must order him to sleep." I
grinned.

. "He is very disobedient." He slyly said.

	"In that case, what shall we do?" He smiled wickedly.

	"I'll tell you, dad, if you promise me not to tell anybody. It is
our secret." I raised my hand.

	"I promise."

	"Well... sometimes I lay on my tummy and rub it against the sheet
up and down until the nice feeling makes him sleep, but that hurts a
little, but the best is when mom is at home, and we are alone, she put it
into her mouth like a lollipop. That's fantastic! Would you do it, too?" He
watched quizzically waiting for my answer.

	"Well, I can do it, but you must promise me you won't tell anyone,
even to mom." He raised his naked body.

       "I promise." I took the opportunity to teach him some new words that
he might hear in the next future.

	"Why do you call it your little soldier?"

	"Mom told me because he is hard upright, like the soldiers we
watched in the royal palace guarding."

	"Its real name is the penis. Little boys can call it prickle or
weenie. Older boys call it dick, cock or meat; however, a well-educated
little boy should not use those words, especially when adults are
present. When you are alone, you can avoid hurting it by putting your hand
between the sheets and your tummy with some saliva in it. I'll show you."
He quickly went on his tummy, spat on his right hand, and started moving up
and down. When I thought he would continue with his masturbation, he
stopped and turned over, his little dick was harder than before.

	"Yes, it feels good, but I prefer if you suck it." I understood he
was a beautiful boy but also a little mischievous sprite. I grinned, and as
he was lying on his back with a beautiful smile, I started giving my son
his first blowjob. I kissed him with a peck on the lips and started
flicking my tongue around his neck; he squirmed in delight and started to
laugh uncontrollably as he felt the ticklish sensations. It increased when
I licked his armpits. Much more when I sucked his little nipples. Probably
he was receiving a ticklish and sexual sensation that, of course, he could
not identify. "It feels good your tickle, dad." I put his little dick into
my mouth and carefully, with my lips I retracted his foreskin and touched
the little sensible redhead. He shivered and moaned when my tongue licked
it. I took his little pack sucking it totally. Now he was not laughing, he
had his eyes closed and was breathing erratically, his hand on my
head. After a few minutes, his little soldier started getting flaccid. He
was asleep. I covered him, kissed his forehead, and went downstairs to
start working. I could observe my dick had not reacted sexually in front of
that beautiful scene; however, I felt enormity happy and was full of
joy. When I ended my work, I went to bed, cuddling him against my
chest. His little bum was pressing against my belly.

I woke up the following morning as the sun streamed thru the window
blades. I kissed him on the cheeks and immediately he woke up.

	"Did you sleep well, lazy?" He returned my caress, then, jumped on
top of me as a ticklish session started. I was as sensitive as he was, that
was my weak point that Frankie and the other boys exploded during our
school days.

	"Lazy, lazy; you are the laziest man of the world!"

	"Please John, stop, stop. I'm too sensitive to ticklish, please." I
had to jump from the bed naked as I was. "I need to pee, my bladder is
full."

	"Me, too." I quickly showered. When he came, I was on my shorts
shaving. He showered while he was asking me what we were going to do
next. After breakfast we went to the village's the market, many women
selling their farm products knew me, one of them said:

	"What a beautiful son you have, Mr Mora." Before I could answer,
John said:

	"Thanks, Mrs, he is my dad, and this is the first time I come to
the market."

	"I'm sure he is. You resemble like two drops of water." I smiled at
the woman for the compliment.

	"Certainly, my son is a great boy."

	"Do you know? My dad has taught me to ride my bike; I do now
without any balance wheels."

	"Really? You look like a clever lad. Congratulations!" We bought
what we needed and soon returned home. John was anxious to ride his bike;
he stripped naked and I put some cream to protect him from sunburns. We
spent that lovely day together, playing and joking. I prepared lunch, a
typical Spanish dish that he loved. I thought it was not strange he was a
strong boy; he ate near as an adult, and nevertheless, he was not
fat. After a tiring day, we went to have a shower before going to bed.

	"Dad, can we bath or shower together? I would like to soap and
scrub your back, and you do the same to me."

	"It is an excellent idea!" I filled the large rounded tub with warm
water and we sat in front of each other. With the warm water, my cock got
semi-erected and that called the child's attention.

	"Dad, your penis..." he smiled satisfied saying the correct
word. "Your penis is huge. Do you think mine will be the same when I grow?"

	"Even bigger than mine, because you'll be taller than I am."

	"Dad, can I touch it for a moment?" I doubted to accept my son's
request, but we were doing intimate things and now I could not argue."

	"Well..." He stood and took my dick in his little hands looking at
it with curiosity for a moment. He then sat back again.

	"Dad, your balls are also big and hanging."

	"Yours would be the same when you are 14 y/o. By the way, their
real names are testicles." I felt he was satisfied, he grinned. "Are you
ready to soap my back?"

	"Yes." He put some shampoo on the sponge rubbed my back, then put
some on my hair and started scrubbing my scalp. "I love to touch your hair
with soap, dad. It feels very good." As he was soaping my neck, he suddenly
stopped: "Dad, you have a mole behind your ear!"

	"Yes. My father had it. All my nephews, not nieces, and their sons
have it. It is like a family male-mark."

	"I understand; that's why I have it, too." I stopped breathing and
my heart jumped at the boy's word.

	"Do you... Please, turn around, John." Surprised, he stared at me,
then he sat down on my lap, and I examined his left ear. It was the same as
I could remember on Francis, Joan, or the twins. I turned him around and I
hugged him to my chest very tightly; I could not help as tears rolled down
my cheeks. He could not understand that emotional explosion.

	"Dad, why are you crying? Have I said anything wrong?"

	"Oh, my son... my beautiful son!" I took his little hands in mine
and I kissed them. "John these tears are of happiness and joy; you are
really my son! Not just that you called me, dad, but I am your real father,
and you are my true son." The little boy understood it, but he had many
questions that I could not answer him right there, nevertheless, he hugged
and kissed me.

	"Dad, I knew you were my father. No one, except mom, has ever
caressed me like you, and I have not loved anyone as I do to you.

Chapter 52
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After we finished bathing, I took him on my arms and sat on the bed without
releasing him, his little head on my chest. We remained like that for a
long time; my thoughts came storming in like a hurricane. I found an
explanation; most likely Helen got pregnant when Frankie and I came near
seven years back. Then I made my calculations and asked my child.

	"John, is your birthday in June?"

	"Yes dad, on the tenth."

	"That coincides perfectly. There is no doubt." I said just for
myself.

	"What coincides, dad?" I smiled and kissed him.

	"You are too young to understand, John. The little boy thought for
a moment and then asked.

	"Dad, do I change my name from now on? Because your name is John
Mora and I'm John Lopez" How could I explain to my son that he had a wrong
surname?

	"John, by now, you must keep that surname. I must speak to your mom
and to the school; however, you cannot say it to anybody. We'll give them a
surprise." He wrapped his arms around my naked waist and I kissed his silky
hair. "Now we must sleep."

	"Dad, many boys in the school have cousins and uncles..." I smiled
thinking in our large family.

	"You have a large family, John; however, all your cousins are too
old for you; their sons are all of your age and younger. Hold a minute." I
left him on the bed and I extracted a photo album from one of the
drawers. I opened it by the first page where there were a baby and a few
photos of him, one of them around his age."

	"Who is this baby, dad? Oh! Moreover, this boy has my face, except
he has short hair and this funny tuft on it. He looks very rascal. Who is
him?" I grinned.

	"This old couple is your grandparents, and all these are my
pictures when I was a little boy like you are now."

	"You were a beautiful boy, too, dad." I hugged him again. We
browsed the pages showing him pictures with Frankie, Francis and the little
Joan together with my sisters."

	"Dad, but all aunties and uncles are very old, how happen you were
of the same age as their sons?" How could I explain to a boy of six y/o
this?"

	"Well, the problem was that I was born too late while the others
had grown up, so your cousins were my friends and we played together. Most
of them are married, except the young Frank that is a teenager. He was the
last to be born. Now you are the last." I showed him the last pictures of
Françoise's elder son that now was eight. He avidly asked questions and
more questions. Then he said:

	"Dad, I would like to see all of them. And you know I'm very happy
I have a large family."

	"John, you can't say a single word of this to mom. I promise to
take you soon to my place, so you know your old cousins. We'll travel very
far, to France and USA and you will know all blonde cousins that you have;
however, we need to talk to mom before, and besides, I must do many papers;
so you must keep secret about all of this.

	"I will dad, and when it is ready we'll say it to mom. I'm sure she
will be very happy. I love you a lot."

	"I adore you, too, son." I dragged the covers and he cuddled
between my arms. I could not stop kissing his silky hair. A few minutes
later, he was asleep. However, the events overwhelmed my mind about what
would happen in the future. Helen may not want to marry me. She could
refuse to allow John to see his real family. Legally I could do nothing;
except to wait until the child reached his adulthood and could decide for
himself. On the other hand, perhaps she could do otherwise. Why not? In any
case, even if she rejected it, I will protect my son and I will wait... I
cannot remember what time I got asleep. My son woke me up hours later
shaking me:

	"Dad, dad! it is very late, come on lazy! I'm hungry and want to
ride my bike." I shrugged my eyes, looked at my wristwatch: 10:00 am. I
looked at my precious boy and started making ticklish to him. He rolled
from one side to other on the bed laughing: "Please dad, please, stop!"  He
managed to escape from me out of the bed and immediately came to start
doing the same to me. I jumped out and quickly went into the bathroom
followed by him. He was dressed only in lovely shorts that covered half of
his smooth thighs. I raised him so his head was near the ceiling.

	"I'll keep you up there unless you give a great kiss to your
father." He reached my head and I brought him to my chest, his leg wrapped
around my waist. He looked into my eyes and kissed me on the lips a tender
a long kiss.

	"I adore you, dad, as you say. I love you very much." I kissed him
back and hugged him.

	"Remember, John, I'll love you even if you don't do me. Do you
understand my beautiful boy?" He grinned with those deep black eyes
sparkling. Those were his mom's eyes, very much the same as mine, but
larger and blacker. I quickly washed and left the shave for a later time.
We spent the day, he rode his bike around the house and I doing some extra
work. We went for a walk hand in hand; I never watched a happier boy. When
we returned, we had a message left in the phone box. Helen had returned. I
phoned back and fifteen minutes later, we were on our way to Madrid. Mother
and son met as usual. I noticed he had some difficulties avoiding saying
the word "dad". He was a clever little child. When I was ready to leave
Helen stopped me:

	"John, I need to talk to you." She took me away while the boy was
having a bath; she kissed me on the lips a peck and I hugged her tenderly.

	"We have missed you, Helen."

	"I know that, but he loves you and wants to stay with you. Last
week told me if he could call you dad, instead of the uncle. Please tell
him that he can; nothing would please him more." I could not help as a bump
formed in my throat and I hugged her again. She then gently separated from
me adding, "He already did. Am I right?" My voice broke a little.

	"Yes. It was the happiest moment of my life, Helen."

	"And his, too; I guess."

	"Sorry that I'm a silly ass, but he had conquered my heart in such
a way, Helen, that I think I won't be able to live without this little
angel being around me." Then a shout came from the bathroom.

	"Uncle John, please, come and dry me." His mother approached the
bathroom door.

	"I can't see any uncle here, darling. I see your father, but nobody
else." His mother's words surprised him, but suddenly he went out of the
tub, naked and wet as he was, and jumped on her arms.

	"Mom, don't you mind if I call him dad?"

	"Of course not, because he really is your dad." The boy looked at
me and I looked at her.

	"Dad, she has discovered our secret!" I took a towel and she
wrapped him in it. She then said:

	"What secret? There was not any secret, my son. I have known it
since the moment you were born."

	"Why didn't you tell me I had my dad?" These were the difficult
questions.

	"Well... because your dad was very far away and I didn't know
whether he liked you."

	"That's impossible mom because both of us have a mole behind our
ear. Dad said it is the family male-mark. I discovered it when I was
soaping him and rubbing his back. After that, he showed me a photo album, I
saw some pictures of a baby and a little boy like me, and he has my face,
except the hair. He had a tuft upon his forehead. Isn't it, dad."

	"Yes, you are right." Helen blushed as she remembered that tuft and
the cave.

	"I watched and touched that tuft long time ago, son, and..."

	"And it is time for bed, little imp. Aren't you tired? You have
been riding the bike and walking the whole day."

	"No. I'm not tired; I'm hungry. You know mom, dad and I went to the
village and we bought some vegetables, meat and rice; and he cooked a great
food. Next time he will cook it again for me. I liked it a lot.

	"I'll prepare our dinner tonight." We had dinner and I tucked him
into the bed; I kissed him goodnights and could notice how immediately he
took off all his clothes. He caught his teddy bear under his little arm and
drifted to sleep. I sat down on the sofa near Helen; I kissed her gently,
and I asked. "Will you now marry me, Helen? Remember, you promised it to me
in the cave when we scarcely were twelve." She looked at me, rubbed my hair
where the tuft used to be:

	"No. I can't John. I don't want to ruin your life; I worship you
and you are the only man safe near me. I told you I'm a trainee
professional whore; I'm a man's predator and I don't want you to be my
victim; our son needs you, therefore I want you to look after him."

	"Helen, I have been promoted to European General Manager with
residence in Cologne, subject only to my consent. I have a large fortune,
larger than you can imagine, so I don't need to work for the rest of our
lives, however, I do because I like working and as an example for our
son. We could go to the US and there you could restart your life, bring up
our boy and even have other brothers for him." She fixed her sweet eyes on
me again.

	"John, I need men in my bed; I'm not prepared to be a housewife."
With all love and tenderness that I could gather, I asked her.

	"What about John? Do you think he will be a child forever? He will
grow and ask you."  She seemed to think it over as I insisted. "You are
sick Helen; that can be treated and maybe you can change. Please." She bent
her head and near in a whisper, added:

	"He is my only concern. How do you know I'm sick?" Suddenly I
realised I had touched on something different. I took her from her
shoulders to my chest and kissed her softly.

	"I wasn't referring to what you are thinking, Helen. Did you
receive my message thru your friend, Lucy?"

	"Yes, I did. That filled my heart with love for you in that lonely
moment, but she could not tell me its content, so I guessed it. The priest
told me the cause of my mother and my aunty dead before I went into the
orphanage. I have not cared; they were old, however, now I'm very worried,
not for me, of course, but for our son." She raised her face and looked
into my eyes.  "John, I would do anything to save my child, except to marry
you. I know you will always be his father, even if I oppose it; after all,
he is very lucky having you. Eventually, he will decide for himself,
therefore, I don't care about me or about us being married. I have a
feeling that I won't see him as an adult."

	"Helen, my lovely Helen!" I brought her to me again. "Why do you
say that? You are a healthy woman."

       "No, John. Unfortunately, I am not. I have started to have the same
headaches just a few months ago. Last week I had a faint in Kuwait. The
palace's doctor examined me and suggested I should contact a neurologist. I
have an appointment in Barcelona with a friend of mine next weekend; so I
would much appreciate if you can look after John during those three days."

       "I'll do, but let me accompany you. On the other hand, Helen,
Frankie and Francis, are already considered among the best neurologists in
New York, in spite of their youth, especially Francis. I know their boss;
he is one of the best in the world. If you like, I can arrange an
appointment there..." She stopped me speaking.

       "Don't be so hurry. First, I'll go to Barcelona. By the way, now
that John knows you are his father, he will start asking difficult
questions, like why his surname is Lopez and not Mora.

       "He has already done, Helen; he is an intelligent child. There is a
simple solution: our marriage."

       "Is there any other possible alternative?"

       "Well, you are legally his guardian; and until he is 18 y/o, we
can't do anything, except that you and I admit he is our son, and want to
correct his status. Another solution would be that I adopt him, but that is
when his father is unknown. Obviously, in this case, it doesn't make sense
at all."

       "Can it be without us being married?"

       "Yes. He would immediately get the status as my "natural son", and
since I am not married, he will become my heir and part of my family. A
friend of mine, a lawyer, said that he is sure that very soon the
Parliament will pass a Law to amend current Civil Code, by which, there
won't be any difference between children from married or unmarried couples,
whenever they recognize them; this is a consequence of the dictator's death
and the introduction of democracy in Spain." She looked happy for that
information.

       "That makes sense John; please, let's go immediately for this
option. Yet, I'll think about marrying you some time." I could not be
happier. I kissed her on the lips. "Let's go to bed my handsome lover and
make me happy as you sometimes do." I again kissed her and hands entwined
we went to the bedroom. However, I could not forget my son at any moment.

       "Helen, meanwhile you are in Barcelona, can I take John to our
village?"

       "I suppose you have already planned it, didn't you?" I did not say
anything because she had guessed my thoughts. She then added. "Yes, you
can. In addition, I don't mind you to say he is our son; however, you must
promise me not to tell anybody what I am and where I am. I don't mind about
myself but I don't want any gossips about the rest of my far family."

       "I promise. But the village is not just a village any longer; it is
a prosperous town since Mr Hermann built the school." She thought for a
moment, and then said:

       "In that case, let's fuck until we are exhausted." Moreover, that
was what we did.

The following Monday as soon as I arrived at my office I called my lawyer
friend; he had a very smart son, more or less of my age, and I liked to
deal with him; we agreed he would come to my office since he had something
to do near it. Therefore, at 9:00 we were talking about my problem. You
always have to say the truth to your doctor, confessor, and lawyer. Once I
finished, he raised the phone and dialled a few numbers, after half an hour
of talking and discussing he finished.

	"John that's not a difficult problem, the difficulty lays on the
urgency. Certificates of birth will be here tomorrow morning, and this
afternoon I'll have that of your son. We may need some extra money, but
I'll try to get the judge to receive us next Thursday; he is a young man
and treats urgent matters as they are."

	"Thanks, Fernando. Please spend the money that you may need without
any limitation."

	"John, I would like to ask you for something." I was puzzled
because he was not a man asking for favours. "It is not for me, but for a
girl, friend of mine."

	"If it is on my hands, you just count on it."

	"I don't know. You have many connexions and you may help. I have a
friend, a real friend, an intelligent woman who studied Economy like you,
but here in Spain. She had reached the doctorate grade in the JJ private
University. Had she studied law instead of Economy, today I would have
hired her. She is single, though during a bank robbery, while she was
unconscious they raped her. During the fight, the police killed all three
members of the gang. She got pregnant but her parents wanted her to abort
in England; however, at first, she rejected the idea, since she had strong
moral beliefs. After much insistence, she gave up. She never forgave
herself because she likes children; she then separated from her
family. Since then, she lives alone and only has contacts with her elder
brother, to whom she worships.

	"It is a sad story. Does she speak English and German?"

	"As far as I know, she speaks excellent English, German and
French."

	"Fernando, coming from you, it is ok for me. I have proposed my
bosses in the US that I need such a person like her, however, for obvious
reasons I cannot do anything until I solve my problem and the sickness of
my wife. Meantime, you must tell her to continue improving her French and
eventually she must go to New York for an interview. The post is as the
second Manager and well paid; therefore, she must travel a minimum of once
a month abroad. All expenses will be in our account. If she accepts, I will
gladly meet her here. That's all I can tell you by now.

	"It is more than enough, John. Thanks. I'll call you on Wednesday."
We said goodbye and he left.

Chapter 53
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On Thursday, we met in the Judge's office; we brought our son with us
though that was not necessary. After our mutual identification, he raised a
document by which I declared John was my son and Helen confirmed it. We
both signed before him, and then his Secretary and our lawyer signed as
witnesses. When the document was finished, he signed himself; he then,
addressing to our son that was sat between us, said.

	"Young lad, from now on, your real name is John Mora Lopez." Then
he warned us: "He is your natural son since you are not married; however,
in case you got married, he will automatically be fully legitimated. In
fact, there is no a great difference, only social's; however, as soon as
the new Law is in force, the legitimating will act automatically." He shook
our hands and then extended his hand to my son, but he raised his arms and
the Judge lifted him receiving a kiss on the cheek. "These are real moments
when I feel satisfied with being a Judge." We smiled and he added. "My
Secretary will send a writing message where John's name has been changed
and it is registered; modifying his previous registration status. Later on,
we will deliver to your lawyer a certificate, which reflects this
ceremony. Thanks and congratulations."

We left, and the four together sat in a nearby cafeteria to have an ice
cream. Fernando left and we looked at each other.

	"Well, John Mora Lopez..." He grinned with his new name. "Tomorrow,
mom is travelling to Barcelona for some business, and you and I will make a
trip so you know some of our family." He opened his beautiful eyes in
disbelief.

	"Really dad? Shall we go to the beach?"

	"Yes, we will. Your cousin Margarita has just arrived and she had
five children, from eight to two y/o." Helen grinned.

	"She has not lost her time."

	"Yes. She has a real litter of blonde-haired children. Helen, now
John is not going to a nursery anymore; he has to attend a real school."

	"You are the father, so you should decide where he must go."

	"You do know that I want your opinion as much as mine."

	"I know it, but I'm sure you will choose the best option for him."

	"Shall I go to a real school with big boys, dad?"

	"Yes, you have to. Within a few days, you will be six y/o, time to
start school. I have studied some good schools, however, I want my son to
sleep every night in my home and not be a boarder. JJ has a good one run by
a friend of mine; it is an excellent institution, but the boy would spend a
lot of time every day on the bus. The best option would be The English
School; it is fifteen minutes from home, and the bus stop is in front of
our house. The only problem, Helen, is for you. You should live with us."

	"That's fine. Forget about me, in any case, normally I am not here
most of the time, therefore, twenty minutes more on the road is not too
much, and at least I'll enjoy the countryside as I used to. Don't you
remember, John? I liked and still love open spaces, like the one we watched
from the "Muslim Chair" I blushed, thinking about the bike rides and the
summer in the cave.

	"Yes, I do. They are very fond memories. In that case, I'll ask Mr
Mass for his help. It is rather difficult to place a boy into that school;
however, when I commented it to him, he told me there wouldn't be any
problem."

	"Who is Mr Mass, dad?"

	"Josh and Nick's dad, our neighbours." Being this settled, we spent
the rest of the day together preparing our respective trips. She was sad
and wanted to sleep alone with our son.  During the night, I heard some
muffled sobs, I approached her, and she hugged me very tight crying in
silence. I brought her to my bed and we made love as if there was no
tomorrow. She foreboded it.

My son and I travelled to my hometown; two years had elapsed from the last
time I had been there. My mother hugged and kissed my son and cried. While
he was playing with my elder nephew's children, I told them the whole
story. When Tomas came, I hugged him and Rosemary. He had always been like
my older brother.

	"John, Nuria wants you both there, you don't know the last member
of the litter, as you say. Françoise will come next month, but he wants
their children to enjoy the seaside. Besides, here we can help her; we are
alone. My daughter is living in Paris, Joan and Francis in the US, and my
little Frank is in France, in Orleans. We had four children and we are
alone!"

	"At least Nuria compensates you." They sighed. "In that case, we
better go. I want to hug her." I took my hired car and we drove to the
villa. It was approximately about midday.  When we entered a herd of little
naked blond children surrounded us, all of them with a lovely tan on their
little and healthy bodies. Nuria had studied nursery in the University,
only with the fix idea to look after her children. Suddenly a 30 y/o young
mother came and we hugged very tight for near one minute, both with tears
in our eyes.

	"I love you, John. You know you are more than an uncle, brother or
whatever we could name our relationship." I kissed her on the cheeks.

	"I love you Nuria." A toddler boy came and I took him in my arms as
Nuria raised my son to his chest.

	"You are a beautiful boy, little John. Do you know that your father
made mad all the girls in the village? I think you'll do the same." He
could not clearly understand, but he hugged her cousin and kissed her. He
then motioned me something:

	"Dad, can I get naked and play with my cousins?" I grinned and told
Nuria and my sister all about. Nuria called all her children and presented
them to their cousin John. My son soon connected with the two older blond
boys of eight, and seven y/o. He stripped down naked and immediately he
started running as one more member of the herd, however, it was easy to
spot him amongst so many blond children.

	"He's very big and tall for his age. Françoise is eight and he
is almost as tall as he is."

	"Yes, John would be... let me think." I thought for a
moment. "Tomorrow is his birthday; he will then be six." Nuria opened wide
her lovely blue child eyes in reproach to me.

	"You should be ashamed, John Mora. Your only son will be six
tomorrow and you had forgotten about it! I can't believe it! You better go
to the beach, naked if you want, and take all my elder children and John
with you, meanwhile I'll make some telephone calls." I could not be
happier. Well, I did not get naked but I enjoyed with all those disciplined
little blond angels. The sea was quiet and was rather hot. After putting
some protection for the sun to John, they jumped into the water. A 4 y/o
sweet little girl came and sat on my lap.

	"Uncle John, I don't like swimming, I prefer to be with you."

	"Welcome Rose." She grinned at me.

	"I'm not Rose, I'm Jeanette."

	"Ok Jeanette, I promise I'll never forget your name again."

	"John is very handsome, Uncle John. You know, when I'm older I'll
marry him; so I'll have two daddies." I kissed the little angel while I had
an eye on the rest. The little Françoise was trying to teach John how to
swim. They were arguing.

	"If you teach me how to swim, I'll teach you to ride the bike
without the balance wheels."  His brother, Carl, astonished said:

	"Can you ride the bike without wheels? I'll do whatever you want if
you teach me too."

	"You don't need to do anything; we are cousins, aren't we."

	"Yes, we are." Well, I cannot transcribe all their chats and how
they enjoyed the novelty of a cousin not blond. The problem arose when the
night was approaching. After a shower, my sister Rosemary sat all of them,
on the large table and placed a plate of food to each one, except for the
toddler. All ate in silence and John together as one more. When they
finished, little Françoise came to me:

	"Uncle John, please leave John with us. He'll be bored in the
farm." After making an eye contact with Nuria, she nodded.

	"Well, why don't you ask John?" He ran around the table and my son
came to me. I knew it was very difficult for him to sleep out of me."

	"Dad I much like to stay here with Françoise, but I don't want
to leave you. I like to be near you." Then Nuria hugged me from behind.

	"Don't worry "Mon Petit Coeur", he'll sleep here." The two little
blonde-haired boys shouted and hugged their mother and me.

	"Merci mama, merci Uncle John," They said mixing their two mother
languages.

It was a lovely night and the full moon shone brightly. I loved that
silence only interrupted by the far sea waves breaking on the rocks under
the house. My sister and Nuria were tired, ordered all children to bed; one
by one came to kiss the adults and said good nights. A few minutes later, a
complete silence involved the house. I could not sleep thinking in the
moments that Helen was going thru. I sat on the large terrace facing the
lights that showed far away in the village. Nuria hated air-conditioned and
rejected its installation. She preferred her children to breathe the sea
fresh natural air; however, to prevent mosquitoes, Carls had installed
dense net on all the windows. This system has the property that you cannot
see the persons inside from outside, even with the window fully open,
unless you put on a light; in this instance is all on contrary. As I was
thinking, I heard some moans in the room on my back where I knew John,
Françoise and Carl were sleeping. I heard little Françoise saying
near in a whisper:

	"John, what are you doing?"

	"My little soldier doesn't want to sleep. I'm rubbing it against
your back until I get a nice feeling." Françoise put on the nightstand's
baby light and turned over, now facing my son.

       "It feels nice your touch and my weenie is hard, too. Let's rub them
together." Françoise pushed himself against my son and soon they were
excited with moans. As their lust increased, John rolled on top of his
cousin and vice versa. After some minutes, both little boys were out of
control engulfed in their mutual sex lust with loud moans. For Françoise
it was a new experience, so he could not explain to himself what he was
feeling, but he did not want to stop.  Suddenly a final moan came thru the
young throats, as probably they felt good. They were breathing heavily, but
after a few minutes, they recovered. "John, that is fantastic. I did not
know it. Let's do it again."

	"I can't, my little soldier is tired, and we want to sleep. You can
do it against me if you like." Saying this he closed his eyes and in one
minute, he was hard asleep. However, Françoise was fresh and excited so
he started rubbing his rock hard little weenie against John.  His moves and
noise woke little Carl up.

	"Françoise, what are you doing with John?" He glanced at his
younger brother and jumped to the other bed. I could not hear what he told
him, but after a few minutes, both brothers were happy with their new
play. When I left, they were breathing erratically near their feeling. When
I returned from swimming, I entered the room; took Françoise in my arms
and tucked him near John on the large bed. I kissed all of them, covered,
and put off the light. The following day, Saturday, was John's birthday.

	"John, the family has invited us to a little feast in the farm, and
we must go." He thought for a moment and then argued.

	"Dad, we'll do whatever you want, but I don't like to leave my
cousins; especially Françoise.

	"I know it. There are other cousins in the farm, perhaps too
little, but they are your cousins, too; and we cannot disregard them. You
can go now to the beach."

	"Alright, dad." I felt his disappointment. When they returned, I
told Françoise our plans; he convinced him as they hustled to the large
bathroom to shower. There, both started wrestling happily and laughing, but
their friction got their dicks hard. In a moment, that John had pinned
Françoise legs down, the little blond boy found himself on the floor
with John's hard dick rubbing his lips. He instinctively, instead of
continuing fighting, pushed my son's butt to him and his erect soldier into
his mouth. My son looked back as he felt the new sensation; he had
Françoise dick just near his lips, so he paid back his cousin and the
two little boys discovered the 69 position. They sucked each other without
saying a word until they were tired. They sat on the floor, and then the
naughty Françoise said:

	"That was even better, John." My son smiled at him.

	"Yes, it was fantastic. Let's do it again." I wonder how many times
they did, but I had to call them to hurry up to shower since all the rest
were ready for lunch. As they were coming out, a car entered, and a herd of
naked blond boys, headed by Nuria, stomped out:

	"Daddy! Daddy!!!" It was Françoise; he had flown from Paris that
morning. He hugged and kissed Nuria and his children. My son a little bit
embarrassed ran inside the house and put on his shorts. We hugged very
tight as my son kept some distance. We broke our hug and looking at my son,
he went on his knees and opened his arms to him. John looked at me and then
ran to hug his uncle.

	"You are a beautiful boy, John."

	"Thanks, uncle Françoise." They finished lunch and after some
chat, we left for the farm.  We returned in the mid-afternoon when the hot
sun had disappeared behind the tall pine tree mountain; we found the house
in silence.

	"Where are they, dad?"

	"I suppose they are on the beach."

	"But... if we are going to a feast, they should be ready,
otherwise, we'll be late."

	"Come on, go inside and call them; perhaps they are getting ready."
He opened the door, a large choir of feast dressed little boys, and girls
started singing "Happy Birthday to you!"  He remained for some seconds
astounded; then reacted and went to hug little Françoise that smiled for
his preference. After he kissed everybody he came to me, he raised his
little arms and I lifted him to my chest.

	"Happy birthday, son! I have something for you." He had received
some toys from every cousin, and a beautiful dress from his uncle
Françoise. I extracted a little parcel from my pocket and gave it to
him. Immediately Françoise and Carl joined him. He opened the little box
and found something like a gold medal with a red stone on it. Little
Françoise that knew the idea, said:

	"Come on, John. Open it, it is like this." He pushed a little
resort and opened like two pages of a book with two little photographs of
his mom and mine. He hugged me very tightly.

	"Thanks, dad. It is the most beautiful present I ever
received. Please keep it by now."  Children started singing and playing;
eating chocolate and cakes. Their dresses ended stained and dirty. That was
a great day for him. When finally all children were worn out, the little
ones went to a bathroom; and John and little Françoise to another. When
they were inside naked ready to go under the shower, Françoise said:

	"John, I'll miss you a lot."

	"Me too, Francis. We are cousins and best friends." Francis a
little bit embarrassed looked at him.

	"John, can I kiss you?"

	"Any time; besides, we have already kissed."

	"Now it is different. I want to kiss you as my dad kisses my mom."
John did not exactly understand, however, he was grateful to him.

	"Yes, do it." The little blond child put his arms around my son and
he kissed him on the lips. He parted his little mouth and his tongue darted
inside. My son surprised himself but that produced a lovely sensation. He
broke the kiss.

	"What is this, Francis?"

	"I told you, it is a French kiss." He smiled at him.

	"Please, do it again." They engulfed in kissing, as their little
dicks went harder than ever.  "I suppose you must kiss my little soldier,
too." The little blond boy giggled, went down and kissed his little penis;
he brought him down to the floor and both started sucking each other until
their little dicks went soft.

The following day after lunch, the sad moment of departure took place. My
son kissed goodbye to all the family, leaving Françoise for the last
one. They hugged and the little blond child kissed my son on the lips and
ran away to his room; jumped on the bed and started sobbing. He did not
want the rest could see him crying. I drove to the airport, and sometime
later, the plane took off. When we were on the air, my son said:

	"Dad, I would have liked to have Françoise with me forever." I
squeezed him to my chest knowing that life would bring him some more sad
moments like this, however, they will compensate with the returns.

	"I know it, son. But you will meet some more boys in the school,
probably not as good as Françoise, but it will help." He looked at me
and pecked me on the cheeks. After some time, we landed at Madrid
airport. In an hour, we met Helen at her house. She then said:

	"Let's go home, John; your house." Once in there and when our son
was in bed, she handed me a large brown envelope containing the results of
her examination. It could not be worst. I phone to the US and talked to
Francis and Frankie; we agreed to meet the following week.

While I took my son to Disney World, they made again a new medical
exploration, using the last technologies available. They confirmed
Barcelona's results. In a meeting with his boss, the Clinic's Director
said:

	"I'm afraid we cannot give you better news."

	"Isn't there any possibility, Doctor?"

	"Well, to be honest, there is a remote possibility by risking an
operation, however, only a miracle could save her, and we do not trust
miracles. Francis and Frankie are my best assistants; we have operated a
few patients in the same circumstances, unfortunately without success. Only
one year before, we might have had 50% of chances on a good result; now it
is too late." Helen kept silence, and then she said:

	"Which alternative do I have?" Frankie answered her.

	"Helen, you know the answer better than we do. You have lived that
in your family before."

	"That wouldn't be to live; therefore, please, prepare everything. I
want to be operated."

	"Are you sure?" Francis asked.

	"Yes, I am."

It could not be a sadder moment, but she was determined to it. She also
expressed her will of getting married, so, we arranged with a priest in New
York consulate's chapel and we married; my son and John Terry's daughter,
Noemi, now near five y/o, acted as pageboys. We spent two weeks as
honeymoon the three together. I took her to watch an open space, as she
liked, we went to see the "Colorado Canyon" at the view she sighed and
said:

	"This is even better than the view from the "Muslim Chair"; we
laughed.

She went into the operation theatre after a farewell. I do not want to
recall those moments. She passed away three days later. She donated some
parts of her body to heal some other patients.  We incinerated her. After
thanking everybody for their help, despondently we returned home with her
ashes.

Chapter 54
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During the long flight, we went into a slumber, my left arm pressing my son
against me; however, after half an hour he woke up and started playing with
a little car that I had bought him, a BMW model the same as mine. The car
ran near to the front seat where a young woman was sat reading with glasses
on. She smiled at him.

	"Sorry lady if I have disturbed you." She smiled at the boy.

	"You are a beautiful boy and I'm not disturbed. In fact, I'm trying
to read because I can't sleep on a plane." She looked at the boy's face and
her mind started searching where she had seen that face before; or was it
an illusion? She woke up from her thoughts when the little boy answered
her.

	"You are as old as my dad, but you are also beautiful with that
strange hair. My mom used to say that, from a beautiful woman come lovely
children. I suppose you have some." The red-haired woman looked at the boy.

	"I don't have any children; I'm not married." Little John was to
say that his mom and dad had just married only a few weeks ago. The woman
stared where the man was, his head leaning against the seat.

	"May I seat near you? Dad is sleeping and I don't want to wake him
up. The woman stared at the little boy again. She could see there were two
empty seats near the man; she thought the boy's mom would be somewhere in
this large airliner talking to any friend. John then climbed into the
woman's seat.

	"I suppose your mom is somewhere; she might not want you to talk to
strangers. The little boy bent his head as he said.

	"Mom's dead." Then, pointing to the luggage compartment over his
dad's head, he added: "We are carrying her ashes home." Instinctively the
woman attracted the boy to his side and kissed him on the silky black
waving hair.

	"I'm sorry... John. I didn't know it." The little boy glanced at
the woman; his eyes welled with tears. She repeated. "I'm very sorry..."

	"How do you know my name? I haven't told you." She was surprised at
the little boy intelligence and she felt trapped. In fact, she did not know
why she had called him that name.

	"I don't know; anyway, my name's Margaret Larramendi, but my
friends call me Maggie.  You can call me like that if you like."

	"Yes, I like. My name is John Mora Lopez and my friends call me
John." He said proudly, grinning because he had not said, Johnny. She
nearly jumped on her seat. She looked at the sleeping man as a storm of
reveries came into her mind about those happy days in the school contest;
seventeen years back. The boy continued talking and asking questions to her
that she mechanically answered. Eventually, the little boy cuddled in the
seat near her; placed his head on her lap and drifted to a heavy sleep. She
caressed the soft hair and kissed him.  She asked the flight attendant for
a blanket and a pillow; she took off the boy's shoes and covered him. The
little boy cuddled even more as a happy smile came into his beautiful face.
She kissed him again.

I woke up from my nightmare and instinctively extended my left arm to
protect my son. As I found his place empty, I panicked; but soon could see
him happily sleeping in the other side seat, separated only by the aisle.

	"He is alright, John. He looked tired and didn't want to wake you
up." I was taken aback; the pretty red-haired woman knew me! I was now
entirely awakened and looking at her. My mind working and processing my
dead information long time stored somewhere in my brains.

	"Maggie! Maggie Larramendi!!! I cannot believe you are here! My
God... after so many years..." I kissed her on the cheeks. "You better come
to my seats. We can leave my son sleeping on there." Carefully she put the
pillow under the little boy's head and both sat on the other side. We
started telling each other our mutual lives from the last time we met. She
finished telling me was returning from New York for the interview to work
in Investments Co.

	"I'm very lucky having this job; now I'll be able to live my own
life with no one interfering in it." I took her hands in mine, and she did
nothing to prevent it.

	"You are lucky and I'm luckier than you are."

	"Why? We have just met again and..."

	"Maggie, it isn't what you are thinking; you are going to work with
me. I had no time to see you before I came to NY. I told Fernando to do
everything while I was with my wife.  Therefore, if you still like me,
we'll be working together starting from next Monday." She smiled as at that
moment they announced the landing at Barajas-Madrid's Airport. Six hours
had gone as one minute. I dropped her at her brother's home and we
continued to our village.

Next day, a machine made a two-metres-deep narrow drill at the base of the
large pine tree that I had in the garden of my house; I extracted the paper
bag with Helen's ashes, and we buried them in it. From that moment on, we
called it "Mom's tree". In spite of all our sorrows, life continued. The
Company offered me a month of holidays, but I rejected it; work distracted
me, and much more with Maggie near us.

My son started school and I became his mother and his father. All time that
he was not in the school, we were together, sleeping, playing or hearing
music, but always together. Even some Saturday mornings I took him with me
to my office. One of these days, he met Maggie again.  We had hired our
flat to her, and she lived with her older brother's family.

One of those Saturdays, I found my son on her lap making some math
operations, she was astonished by John's precocity; he barely could read,
however, numbers were easy for him.  They became good friends and our
relationship increased. From time to time, she came home and spent the day
with us, however, she never stayed overnight. I did not want John to
believe that I was trying to replace her mother.

We were in November and I noticed my son was in good connexion with a
little blond boy who lived just a house between. One day the school
director called me, advising me not to be surprised to see some little
bruises on my son's body; the doctor had checked him. He explained he had
had a fight with two twin boys two years older than he was; he had done
that defending his new blond neighbour friend. From that moment, they
became best friends, and the boy's parents came to thank him for fighting
for their little boy. From that day, Jeremy, his friend, remained more in
my house than in his, because I was very reluctant to let John go unless he
asked me about it. My son liked being at home with me. Jeremy had several
brothers and sisters; he was the youngest. My son invited him for a
sleepover and he gleefully accepted.  When they were ready for bed, gave me
a goodnights kiss and ran into John's room. To Jeremy's surprise, as soon
as my son got into the bedroom, he stripped down, and naked went under the
covers.

	"Don't you wear pyjama?" Jeremy asked.

	"No. That disturbs my little soldier too much." He slyly said:

	"Can I strip down like you?"

	"Of course you can if you like it." He answered.

	"Won't tell anybody?"

	"Why? Besides, we are best friends, aren't we?" He smiled and in
seconds they were under the cover stark naked, facing each other. My son
hugged Jeremy from behind and noticed his friend little dick was hard, so
his soldier went erect immediately. "Jeremy, what do you do to get rid of
the hardness of your soldier?"

	"I suppose you mean my dick."

	"Well, yes, your weenie." He rolled over facing my son."

	"My brother Alfred told me to rub it against the sheets or to do
this. Look!" He started stroking his little boyhood. "After a while, you
get a nice feeling. I do very often in the bed when I know nobody can watch
me. Do you want me to do it to you? You fought for me in the school."  He
extended his hand and starting masturbating my son.

	"I know a better way, Jeremy. We can have a nice feeling both at
the same time. But you have to put my weenie into your mouth."

	"In my mouth? But it will taste like pee."

	No. It doesn't. Try it on mine and I'll do on yours." They dragged
the cover down and my son offered his erected penis to his friend. He felt
a little embarrassed to start.

	"But you won't tell anybody!"

	"Of course, not." He approached my son's crotch and soon had his
little penis in his mouth. "Mind your teeth, only with your lips and
tongue." Jeremy found that strange as his little dick was even harder than
ever before. My son moaned in pleasure and he felt those little lips around
his dick. Jeremy then stopped.

	"John, you told me we can do it both at the same time." My son
grinned, rolled over and immediately took a 69 position; without any doubt
took into his mouth, Jeremy's little sausage.  Jeremy did the same and,
after a few minutes, both angels were gasping and moaning, until that
beautiful feeling arrived, the little bodies got rigid, and shoved hard
their dicks into each other mouth. When they recovered their breathing both
hugged. John wanted to kiss Jeremy, as Françoise had taught him, but he
did not dare.

	"John, that was fantastic. Can we do it again? Your dick feels very
nice in my mouth."

	"We'll do some other night or tomorrow. Now our soldiers want to
sleep and we are tired of today soccer match. They covered themselves and a
few minutes later, were asleep. Before I went to bed, I entered and found
them cuddled into each other arms. I kissed them and put off the night
light.

The sleeping-over came very often, and Jeremy spent almost all his free
time with my son.  Some months later, one of those evenings, my son cuddled
into my arms, but he was not in need to sleep.

	"I enjoy being with you, dad." I hugged him tightly to my chest.

	"I do the same, my son." He kept silence for a couple of minutes; I
thought he was asleep as he surprised me with a question. Now he was nearly
eight y/o.

 	"Dad, why don't you get married?" That shocked me since it was not
yet two years after his mother had passed away. I had devoted all my free
time to him, being his mother and father; however, the relationship with
Jeremy and the often contact with his friend's mother probably got him on
missing a new mother. I was not yet ready to marry any woman; nevertheless,
during our last trip together to Germany, Maggie and I finally intimated
and we made love as if there was no tomorrow. I did it gathering all the
tenderness I could muster, and she responded in the same way; in fact, I
enjoyed our lovemaking as when Helen and I fucked the day the Judge
declared John as my own son. In the afterglow of our first orgasms, we were
on the pillow facing each other eyes; she was crying softly. I caressed her
red hair and kissed her gently on the forehead.

	"Maggie, please, can I..." Se interrupted me with a tender kiss on
my chin.

	"John, you may believe it or not, but this has been the first time
that I have made properly love since we did after the contest, excepting
the accident..." I caressed her softly.

	"That was rape. We should try to forget it." I noticed she wanted
to discharge her heart from the burden she had stored during the past eight
years; so I kept silence. She continued as if had not spoken.

	"I loved you and couldn't forget your tenderness. It was impossible
to forget those images as when we were on the bed cross-legged and you
expelled your first semen. Besides, your affection when we made
love. Hundred times, I have asked myself why a boy of twelve could have
behaved like that in those moments, and adult men could not. Was it bad
luck? I did not know. When I was well into adolescence and in the
university, I had sexual contacts with young men of our age; even near I
conceived plans to marry one of them, but I always wanted to preserve my
virginity to the final." She paused. "And always your image appeared in my
mind because no one even approached you; our recent moments have
demonstrated I was right.  That was what I was looking for and I didn't
find, so I discarded marriage." She paused.

"When I finished University, I got a good job in a bank. A few months
later, a gang of three armed men assaulted the bank for a robbery. They
knocked me down and raped me while I was unconscious; I wonder if by one or
more men. After some delay and conversations, in order to prevent injuries
to the hosted people, the Police entered and the gunmen shot their weapons.
The armed forces killed them, though they also wounded two police
officers. After a medical check, I returned home. However, four weeks later
I started having morning nausea, I was pregnant." She paused as her tears
rolled down her white smooth cheeks to the pillow. She then resumed her
story.

"I cannot describe the fights between my hypocrite parents and me. Finally,
I gave up and consented to the abortion in a London clinic." She paused for
a moment. She was trembling; I gripped her hands as she continued: "He or
she would be as John is today; I have regretted it many times and had
blamed me for being so weak. From that moment on, I felt a strong revulsion
against any type of sex. I left my job, and went back to the University and
worked hard trying to bury those events, yet my brother and Fernando
convinced me to try again. You know the rest..." I hugged and kissed her
very tight to my chest.

	"I love you Maggie, and sooner or later, I want to marry you and
build our family; however, you are aware of my bond with my son and the
promise I made him, after his mother passing away. I wouldn't marry anyone
unless he accepts her as his new mother. He loves you and I'm sure he
wouldn't oppose, but I want him to decide by himself..." Maggie interrupted
me.

	"I'll wait. That child has filled my heart and he won't notice my
love; I'll never try even to suggest him." I kissed her again and resumed
our lovemaking of that memorable night.

All these thoughts came to my mind when my son was asking me to carry out
what I most wanted; however, I needed him to be sure about his feelings. I
looked into my son's eyes and he knew what that meant:

	"I'm married, John. I did to your mom when we were twelve; since
that moment she was my wife." He turned over facing me in surprise; but
before he could ask any question to me, I added. "I'll tell you all about
it when you get a little bit older." He seemed to process this information
as he grinned wickedly.

	"Thanks, dad for your confidence in me." Then he kissed me on the
lips; then he continued. "Well, I know it; but she is not with us
anymore. Sometimes, dad, even I cannot remember her. I'm ashamed." I kissed
him on the forehead and hugged very tightly.

	"John, that's normal, but she loved you and still would love you."

	"I know it, dad; but I would like to have a mom as Jeremy or
Françoise has."

	"John, I'll never marry any woman, unless you like her. I don't
want anyone interfering in our lives; in any case, that would mean that she
would occupy your place in my bed and you would sleep in your own room;
besides, soon other little boys and/or girls would come and I have to love
them as your brothers and sisters. Would you accept that?" He remained
silent for a whole minute, and then he hugged me tenderly.

	"No problem, dad. You always say I am a little man, so I would need
my own room; besides, I like it when Jeremy comes. We do things together;
you know it. It will be great to have brothers and sisters, as Jeremy
has. I would love and play with them. I'll be a good brother." I smiled and
I did as if I ignored his comment about Jeremy. He continued:
"But... but... under one condition." That surprised me as he added, "I only
will share your love if you marry... well, if you marry Maggie; because she
likes me from the moment we met in the airliner. Please dad, would you
try..." I hugged him again very tight.  .
	"That's a beautiful condition and very easy to fulfil." He became
mad, started making ticklish to me and we laughed and laughed together
until we got tired. After a pause, I added:

	"I'll try her. Yes, I like her, too; in spite, she's as stubborn as
your mother was."

	"It seems you like stubbornness." We laughed. "Perhaps I can help
to convince her.  Next Saturday we'll go to your office and I'll speak to
her."

	"That's up to you." He grinned and pecked me on the lips. "It seems
you don't want to sleep tonight."

	"I like to talk to you, dad; especially when no one disturbs us,
like now."

	"John, in that drawer there is another photo album I haven't shown
you. Please bring it."  The boy jumped from the bed as he tilted his
beautiful little butt cheeks. He would have been a lovely model for any of
the ancient Grecian artists. We sat on the bed with our back to the
headboard. He opened the album and the two first pages had two large photos
of the contest.  He stared at them with attention, and then said:

	"Dad, I only can recognize two of these boys." He pointed with his
little finger. "This is you and this is Uncle Frankie. Who are the other
four?"

	"Clever boy!" He grinned with a sigh. Pointing myself to the
picture, I said: "This is Willy the Viking; he's very bright and works for
NASA in America."

	"Is he an astronaut?"

	"Oh no. He is an astrophysical and a math genius."

	"Is he better than you, dad? They called you the math-man of the
group. Didn't them."

	"Who told you that?"

	"Maggie. She told me she liked you then." I pointed to the other
page with a group of girls.  .
	"Do you recognize any of them?" He fixed his beautiful eyes on it,
answering.

	"No, dad. I can't." I pointed out to a girl with heavy glasses and
many freckles.

	"She's Maggie. She was the best of her team."

	"Glasses don't fit well to her, especially those. Now she doesn't
wear any and she looks prettier." Then I showed him a new photo on the next
page with a legend "With all my love.  Maggie." He contemplated the
picture, and after some time he said:

	"This is better. She looks beautiful, even with glasses." He paused
and then said. "So you liked each other then; don't you?"

	"Yes, I think so; but I adored your mom much more, and even before
that time.  However, circumstances separated us and I did not meet her
until many years later. I'll tell you the story sometime, and why the
separation came."

	"Dad, do you have any picture of her when she was a child?" I
sighed.

	"Only one, made in our school-year-end when we were eleven." I
browsed the pages and showed him an old yellowish black and white photo. I
pointed to a tiny figure on the second row. "This is her and the other girl
is her best friend Lucy; she was Uncle Frankie's girl."

	"You are great! Goodnights" He turned around pressing his little
butt against my stomach; a couple of minutes later, he was hard asleep.

It was Friday, and Jeremy came in the afternoon to sleep over with my
son. They spent the whole day playing outside, and dirty entered the
bathroom to shower. I could hear the giggles thru the open door and some
arguing between them:

	"We'll ask my dad" I heard my son saying. After dinner, we sat on
the large couch with each little boy near me, my arms resting on their
little shoulders. I loved those moments with their infantile comments.

	"Dad, we heard some older boys telling, "I'll fuck you". What does
it mean?" I thought for a moment whether I should explain that to another
eight-year-old boy than my son.

	"Well, that's a strong slang word that educated children shouldn't
say, at least in the presence of adults. The correct word for that is
intercourse or to make love. It refers to the moment when a man and woman
are together in the bed, and the man introduces his penis into the woman's
vagina to deposit his half seed; this would meet the woman's half and
together will start a baby into the woman womb. I have explained that to
you.

	"Dad, did you do it to mom?"

	"Yes, I did; otherwise you wouldn't be here. In addition, my father
did it to my mother.  Moreover, Jeremy's parents did it to bring him here;
however, a woman and man must do this, it doesn't work with two women or
two men. We kept silence and Jeremy then said:

	"Let's go to bed, John."

	"Thanks, dad. Good nights." They kissed me and went into their
room. Once inside, they discarded their pyjamas and naked lay on the
bed. Jeremy then said:

	"It is strange because I watched my brother Alfred and Nick doing
it. I saw Nick's seed.  They are teenagers and near grown up, and I could
watch their large cocks. It seemed they were having a great time."

	"How it happened?" John asked.

	"Well, my brother has a few dirty magazines under the mattress with
many pictures of men doing it to women and some with young men doing to
other men. I told you. When I was just lifting the mattress, they entered
and locked the door; immediately my brother took off Nick's clothes and
his, too. They got naked as we are now, and then they started kissing
passionately. Nick then said, "Fuck me hard, Alfred." My brother said:
"I'll fill you with my seeds."  After some time, he put something on his
dick. He lifted Nick's legs to his chest and pushed his large dick into
Nick's ass. He then started pulling it in/out; they moaned and groaned
loudly. I could clearly see how my brother rubbed Nick's cock and a few
minutes later, he shot some white stuff; his dick was like a gun, and his
shots landed on his head, face and chest. Then my brother groaned even more
and pushed into Nick's butt his hard penis; then he fell down on top of
him. They were breathing hard and seemed spent. When they recovered,
started kissing and some minutes later commenced again. This time Nick was
on his belly and a pillow under his crotch..." The two little boys were
hard and rubbing their dicks.

	"Didn't they see you?"

	"Well, they were so engulfed that I could see everything. My dick
got hard and I rubbed it until was sore. I had a nice feeling... and still,
it was hard. When they were engaged in the second phase, I slipped
carefully away out of the room to the bathroom."

	"What's about your mom?"

	"Everybody was gone and most likely they thought I was here with
you." Instinctively the two little boys were playing with their respective
weenies that were very hard. "John, I want you to do it to me."

	"To do what?"

	"To fuck my butt as my brother did to Nick. It must feel good
because they were having a grand time." John grinned at his friend touching
his little pecker.

	"Okay. Let's do it." Saying this, Jeremy lay on his back, raised
and extended his legs up to his chest, as he had seen Nick. John had in
front of him Jeremy's rosebud, he pointed his dick against the pucker and
pushed hard, however, he didn't succeed; he tried a few more times with the
same result. However, Jeremy moaned every time he felt his friend's cock
touching his hole. "I can't do it. It doesn't go in. Are you sure he did
like this?"

	"Of course I am. It feels very good when your dick touches my
hole."

	"Probably you are enjoying, but my little soldier is getting sore;
besides there must be crap inside." Jeremy disappointed stretched out his
legs to the original position. Suddenly he said:

	"Oh, I forgot. I watched my brother smearing something on his cock
and into Nick's hole. They called it Vaseline. Do you know what is it?"

	"Yes, I know. My dad used it to ease a suppository into my ass when
I was sick last year. Wait a minute." My son left the room and half a
minute later arrived with a tube. "Is this what they used?"

	"Yes. Put some on your dick and into my hole." He pushed the soft
tube and extracted a glob of the product, smearing on his little penis.

	"It feels nice. How can I put it in your butt?"

	"Just take a glob and push it inside my pucker with your
finger. That what I saw my brother doing to Nick."

	"But it must be full of crap in there," John argued again not
persuaded.

	"No. The crap is further inside, not there. Give me some to spread
on my own dick."  John did as instructed, and when he pulled his finger
into Jeremy's butt, it went easily inside.  The little blond boy moaned in
pleasure, as he was finger fucked. He moaned in lust. "Don't stop John;
that feels very, very good." John took his finger off, positioned in front
of the boy's globes and directed his hard little dick to the magical
hole. He pushed hard and this time he slipped nearly his entire little dick
into Jeremy's butt. John moaned in pleasure and Jeremy with a little
discomfort.

	"I'm in, Jeremy. That felt very good."

	"Wait a minute and push it again." He did as instructed and after a
moment, he pushed again burying his weenie entirely in Jeremy's
ass. Instinctively he retracted and again pushed into the little
boy. Without any knowledge, he started fucking his friend and Jeremy rubbed
his dick at the same time.

	"Jere... Jeremy, I, I, am getting a very nice feeling."

	"Me too. Please don't stop now." He pulled out/in like a rabbit and
in seconds, both little boys were experiencing their first real dry
orgasm. They continued until their little cocks got flaccid. John fell on
top of his friend and he kissed him on the lips. Jeremy opened his mouth
and arms and received his friend tongue as he had seen doing his brother.

	"That's was fantastic, Jeremy. Who taught you to kiss like this?

	"I watched them doing it. Did you like it?"

	"Oh yes." John widely grinned. It is good. Let's do it on the other
way, with the pillow under you." A few minutes later, they were again
engaged in their new sex discovery until they were worn out. Sometime
later, with their little bodies tired they drifted to sleep.

The story had started to repeat again. They spent and enjoyed many nights
together until they were in their early teens.  EPILOGUE

My son deeply loved Maggie and she responded in the same way. For her, he
represented that son she never allowed to come to life. She had become part
of his young life with her attention right from the beginning. She did not
do anything to force the situation. I married her; Jeremy and John acted as
pageboys; she was already pregnant, so six months later, my elder daughter
was born, just the same night he was eight, and after we had celebrated his
birthday party.  Since then she is his favourite sister and never forgot
her.

During many years, after our marriage, Maggie demonstrated how she loved
her "elder son" with all her heart, as she always said. Sometimes her own
children complained that she had only eyes for John, as she preferred him
above all. Of course, that was not true, because she has been an excellent
mother for all; nevertheless, as she used to say "John gained my heart
right from the moment she met him in the airliner."

We are in the Year 2000. John adored music; however, he is a clever boy and
today is leading our Company in Germany. He married a few years ago John
Terry's only daughter; the family was more than happy with this
wedding. They have two boys, of five and three y/o. One, Frank, is blond
with silky hair and has blue eyes, as his mother and grandfather. The other
one, John, is brown haired with the most beautiful black eyes that can be
imagined; both with a mole behind their ears. I had to explain to John this
family's mark.

I cannot make a list of all the participants in this long story; however, I
want to refer to the twins Manuel and Louis. They are a worldwide famous
Spanish classical guitar duo. They married two rich red-haired Argentinean
twin girls. Now they live in a large rancho together in Cordoba
(Argentina). They have five children each. The children know who their
mothers are, but I am sure they do not know for sure, who are their real
fathers. All refer to each other as brother or sister in their happy
Community, as all have the same surnames. I would say they are the happiest
family in the world.

THE END.